Let the Past Go, May All Go Well

I was like a scavenger, picking up my past piece by piece.

Then, one summer afternoon,

I pieced it together and laid out my beautiful memories in the sun.

When heartache swept through and sadness washed over me,

the fragments I'd gathered began to fall apart again.

Time is the sharpest knife,

slowly tracing the edges of memory, inch by inch,

until everything lies shattered,

and I can no longer piece together the person you once were.