Twenty Somethings

I took the past for granted

every moment seen through the swirling fog

a haze of adolescent apathy-

bitter, tainted permanently 

with signs of remorse 

carved into every memory

with a rusty knife

forever scarring the thought of 

everything and everyone

I’ve ever held close.

when I close my eyes at night

I try to imagine and relive

each forgotten and discarded memory

that were neglected 

by a youthful nativity-

vainly attempting to experience

the same fleeting feelings I once held

cupped gently in the palm of my hand.

yet, I cannot.