They says let it go, for things happened to remain in the past,
But, I am married to my own past.
I am the bride that longing to her groom.
Each nights spent only to dream moments that can not be revive.
I fall in love with the past although it gave me only pain.
For I treasure this past so much.
I am not willing to move on with the future.
A promising future seems impossible to me.
As thing that unseen, unsure.
Only hurt the most.
For past.
I knew it always there.

© vardeloy