Life is fleeting. But memories never die.Today I revisited my past again. Or rather the past revisted me again.The present reappears randomly as an elusive memory that evades my consciousness like a recurring dream. Drifting between the past and present, I am visited by the ghosts from the past.
Among the most frequently repeated phrases about suffering is that “time heals all wounds” or “this too shall pass.” Time passes. It does not heal. Time does not heal all wounds. Our hearts and minds just close against the pain with our anger, fear, resentment, and doubts inside.
The past is never dead. It isn’t even past.—William
Faulkner
Adieu
Like setting suns,
Or when works done,
Goodbye
Like dreams that pass,
In a way they last,
Adieu my love,
Adieu my love,
Adieu my love,
There’s nothing left unsaid but adieu my love
Time will pass,
Seeds turn to grass,
Carry on
Though times have changed,
Your memory still remains,
Adieu my love,
Adieu my love,
Adieu my love,
There’s nothing left unsaid but adieu my love
Our love has passed.
But in a perfect world we’d last
Long enough to never say goodbye,
My love,
Goodbye.
Adieu my love
Adieu my love
Adieu my love
There’s nothing left unsaid but adieu my love
