The Mantle

Sitting on the mantle, it stares me in the face. Wishing I could throw it away but knowing the memory can't be erased. Seeing the possibility it hurts to think of then. Missing the obvious, I let the thoughts in. There's a door, a way. Just lie next to you tonight. But I can't, I stay. And surrender to the fright. I'm letting your past hinder our now. I want to move on but, I don't know how. I've got my own memories sitting on my imaginary mantle. So I don't understand why this is so hard to handle. I just wish you could be clensed of everyone but me. I wish my loyalty was a little easier for you to see. Sitting on the mantle, it stares my in the face. Even after walking away, the feelings aren't erased.