Memory Lane

Past versions laugh at you
As you walk by their once moist faces
Riddled with cracked tears and heartache.
You pray to No one that things will be better;
And push your plea toward Heaven.

They sneak their doubt upon you
As you avoid stepping on their spent fingers
Soaked with defeat.
You grasp a branch in the name of Hope;
It alone keeping you from seeping down to their bitterness.

They whisper history under you,
The telling corpses better left buried;
dead, yet haunting.
You search for his glance and uncover a new sheet of earth,
Imploring you for possibility.

They watch you crawl into his advances
Like so many times before.
Waiting for your smile to fade to the grey reality
They all have accepted.
You reach for his honest hand and fall into love.

Fall.