The Hard Way

I am accustomed to this bitter taste now.

Somewhere I feel I'm still holding on.
I've never had to let a friend go.
Before.
You seem lost to me now.
But memories come as a flood.
I wish I could change everything back with two words.
Would two words do it?
Could they?
I'm sorry. 





How is it the memories
of mistakes we've made
escape some days?
But oh when they come,
They cut deeper than the wounds
We first inflicted.
They make us learn
The hard way.
Oh, the hard way.

We wish we had been different.
Well we are different now.
Starting over is a lot to ask for,
With memories flowing through our veins.
Memories like venom.
And we long for time to turn its heel,
So we can do things right.
But we can't.

We can turn our heads in retrospect,
But we can only go from here.