The Past...

I've been going back on the past, Reading emails that seem to last, Hurting me down to the depths of my soul, Don't know why it's creating a hole, Wish i wouldn't do it, but still i do, Words getting stuck as if covered in glue, Don't want to delete them nor to forget, The memories woven deep jus seem to upset, For now i'll keep a scrapbook, of all the things been said, To look back on later and see if the words are dead, That is what i do, no matter what people think, For none of them can see how deep they make me sink, A scrapbook of memories, trapped in a small black book, Nobody but one that i might let have a look, For now it remains hidden from everyone else, An ongoing project not left on the shelf, Occasions remembered, feelings restored, Things in my mind that i need to record, So there i will leave it and add to it soon, But never in daylight, just under the moon.