Past Face

As it reaches close it seems just
A small image that never belonged here at all
There’s no mirror image or a perception
Or even a smaller part to being with
Its words are placed in sentences I’ve heard
But never even tried to tell them again
Memories linger but do no harm
They sleep until the morning light is gone
And even fear any kind of daylight seen,
Brought underneath a small shelter

It’s here where it lies,
It’s where it falls all
But never seems to get lost again

As I get nearer I feel my mind
Wrap up against its spine so closely
In this present state in which I lie
Is comfort just a passing moment I refuse,
As any future against this wall is created
Only with the fundamental parts of the past
It leaves me with no edges on this equal floor
Every passing moment is another stone thrown
Into the rivers of any past fleeing as it’s
Brought underneath a small shelter

It’s here where it lies,
It’s here where it will always go
But will never get lost again

As you stare at it to combine what you know
With whatever you felt before
And the last missing parts which were scattered
We both know we’ve been here before
Lying on the floor to see the reflections
As it lights up pieces remaining nameless
Once forlorn but revealed again
Brought underneath a small shelter

It’s here where it lies,
It’s here where it always will ever be
So it’ll never get lost again in the past