Ashes and Wine
As time passes I have always chosen to look over my shoulder. I like to know who is still following, who is still there. Some people blaze a trail into the future and chose to let the moments of their life they built it upon to fade into the mist. You should never look back they say, never dwell in the past. While we can't live in the past, forgetting is is like forgetting the foundation a building was constructed on. Memories can be kind, beautiful or as sharp as a knife. They can rip at our psyche like the teeth of a jagged saw yet they make us what we are. To forget them entirely is to forget a piece of yourself. While I may never see them again, there is something wonderfully cathartic about knowing the figure I harbor in a memory still exists. Occasionally, lives might cross again. The most magical of these crossings allows for apologies for the mistakes of the past and redemption through the knowledge of a moment in life once shared together. It transitions the