express / poem #3

as days goes by

memories wither

went back to the previous

ill now say good bye

the windows that were close

will be open again

ill now face reality

and say farewell

it was fun, t'was memorable

everything was unforgettable

but i guess this has to stop

the unforgettable will be forgotten

thy withered self will bloom

arise pretty little flowers

i guess spring will come again

and ill say good bye to winter