Flip Book

I’m forced to remember,

The good and the bad.

The most happy times,

Right alongside the sad.

My mind plays games,

And my eyes do tricks,

That take my thoughts,

And break them like sticks.

I wish I could go back,

Just to have one more chance

To play around with you,

To watch your fun prance.

I wish you weren’t gone,

But that won’t change it,

Now’s time to take hold of life,

Time to rearrange it.