Some <br />say the past <br />is over and <br />through <br />forgetting is <br />the thing to <br />do <br /> <br />The past keeps <br />returning <br />faces appear <br />images of ones <br />we hold so dear <br /> <br />In the silence <br />of the night <br />memories just <br />won't take <br />flight <br /> <br />Visions <br />haunting so <br />sincere <br />Inside <br />silently a tear.<br /><br />Heather Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-107/
