I've been holding too tightly

To the past.

Having lost so much, I was

Terrified of losing more.

But the past

Is already lost.

It was, now is,

Tomorrow will be.

The memories never die,

But the people do,

And we go on.

Sometimes they don't die,

But they change

And walk away from us

Instead of with us.

The arms of memory

Aren't strong enough

To bring them back,

Only hold them tight

In the heart.