I stare at the familiar engraved stone
firmly set in the ground
All the regrets I've had,
Still lingering.
Everything I've accomplished,
What does it amount to?
The mistakes I've made back then;
Can't be undone
Comrades lost back then;
Can't be brought back
Living in the fear of what my father had done,
I thought emotions were burdens.
We are just tools.
Rules are everything.
Friends are baggage.
How could I really have believed that?
I had wondered off the path.
Then truth in the form of a thirteen year old boy
Appeared and set me straight.
But when the time came,
I couldn't return the favor.
And just as fast as I had gained a friend,
I had lost one.
He still remains as a part of me.
A form of newfound strength.
A constant reminder of the past.
Hours pass by,
Yet time stands still.
Never-fading memories
Flooding back
And just as before,
Lost on the road of life.
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