The memories
Of the desires I carried
Are still vivid in my mind.

But memory is a ghost
That can no longer
Engage the present.

It just lives on
Like the relic of an entity
That once was.

One can remember it
Perhaps even taste
Its bittersweetness.

But in order
To live and love today
I must be free of my yesterdays.

I must ask
Do I still want now
What I had longed for then?

And I must have the courage
To step out of a story
That narrates my life to me.

I must close the book
I must reclaim my authorship
And write what remains unwritten.