Memory Lane. A poem.

Written by Yvvana Y Duku.

February 23, 2018. 12:01 pm.

WHAT IF I COULD, go back in time? If memories were really a lane, and my thoughts could build a bridge, over the river of tears and hardship I’ve paddled through in this life ..

The stories I haven’t told.. the bits and pieces of me that go unnoticed. The talents I’ve harbored, or caged rather.. like beautiful white doves. Eager to be set free.

If I could walk down that bridge .. I’d bump into old conversations with good friends.. lively conversations that somehow watered down to a mere “hey” here and there.. or an awkward hug.

Past relationships that somehow sunk, leaving only the memories.

Some sweet,

some sour,

some both.

The mistakes that I still dread, but refuse to call regrets. The choices that didn’t make me, or break me. The people that were once blessings, but now mere lessons.

I’d probably be less tolerant. Less satisfied with the lies and excuses I was fed, in attempts to suffice for the pills of disappointment I was forced to swallow.

Sometimes my soul wallows and weeps, In the past experiences that I haven’t quite addressed

Haven't quite healed from.

As I walk down memory lane, I’d like to ask some questions I’d like to walk away with some type of closure The closure that you’ve failed to give me The answers that you’ve harbored so deeply Inside the heart that you claim you do not have.

But there are some memories I would like to relive The long nights that were maybe just a bit too short .. The conversations that unlocked a side of you that I may never be able to touch again.

IF MEMORIES WERE A LANE, and my tears could wash things away.. I wouldn’t wash you from it. I’d like to keep the lessons that have helped me in this life. And if all of my perils was the price I had to pay for these lessons..

then at least I know it was worth it.

As I walk away from all of this.. and I tap back into reality I am not bringing you with me.

On memory lane is where you will stay. On my bridge of thoughts is the only place you can walk with me.

But for this life that I am living In this big world that I struggle to fit in There is simply no space for you and me.

IF MEMORIES WERE REALLY A LANE, AND MY THOUGHTS COULD BUILD A BRIDGE..

that’s the only place I would see you. And that is where I would keep you.

And so there you will stay.