Nostalgia

I've more or less been forgotten, Even when they promised that would never happen. Those days spent under the tropical sun, Never to be relived again. Long ago it seems, I was living the dream. Now, nothing more than a memory, Cast off with the wind. My heart, it aches, Every moment I'm awake. Although my head is in a better place, It knows where I belong. To the future is where I must look, Leaving it much like an open book. Dwelling in the past is nothing but a mistake, I simply have to move on. Friends can never be replaced, Footsteps will never be retraced. All I can do is carry on with images of my past etched inside my mind, Locked with a key that not a soul can find.