Memories

glorified from the past,

frozen in time,

resurface through

reminders of location,

sensation, and activities,

unconsciously in dreams

and consciously through regrets.

I wish to metamorphize

this past relationship

and bring it into the reality of now,

paste over the rose-colored glasses

of yesterday

and capture it in realism.

I cannot pursue what wasn't

for this isn't the time

or the place for it to be.

I will have to take a new direction

of old and aging friends,

to purge myself of our past

that continues to reemerge

and interfere with my present.

I find I cannot turn my back

and let the past be past

so it shall have to change

and it shall have to mature

as my body, if not my mind, has done.

There is no place for that past

in my today.

With it, I cannot move on,

within the relationship I now have.