I'm ready to open the windows and walk out the door. <br />I want to get a haircut and say things I wouldn't say. <br />My fingers will be punching the radio to a different station, <br />Waiting for a different tune. <br />And I'll be smilling more, and laughing for a long time. <br />And I sleep beneath the stars and count my blessings <br />I'm ready for some new faces <br />And new places. <br />But somwhere a faded memory, undeniably breaks the layers I've tried to cover it with. <br />And I know that new hair, new music, new places, new people won't change where I've been and who I know. <br />And I know that sitting beneath the open sky, wherever that is, I cannot stop myself from thinking of you and how things once were. <br />And how they aren't anymore. <br />But I'm still ready to taste the new icecream flavers and try on the new clothes, and bits of memory will linger for a long long time <br />But I'm ready to let this go <br />Into the wind, I throw your memory in the air. <br />Like golden flowers whisking through a calm after rain breeze, <br />You dip in and out of the air. <br />Out there and deep, and covered in here. <br />In a heart thats filling with new people and new places. <br />But still gently holds your memory so.<br /><br />Rita Shay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-21/
