No. 20

What are they, these elements of the past?

Are they the scent of taste, or the sight of sound?

Where did they go, those beautiful smiles that we once shared, those small pleasurable memories that would come together, seconds at a time?

Where are all the moments that made us who we were, those that now define what we are not?

Are they here with us, between the barriers of our hearts, or are they there with them, among the guilt of their thoughts?

I wonder still where they are, all of those people who once said that they would always be there for us?