The Past

There must be a reason for the past.
There must be a reason it didn't last.
And when faced with loneliness again,
Which out of the two reason should last?
Should I remember the beautiful times.
And forget the pain and sorrows of goodbye.
Should I forget the suffocation of the end.
Or remember the beauty with which it begun?
Maybe I was wrong at the end.
Maybe I was wrong for it to begin.
But now I am alone and vulnerable.
And god's mischief has brought her here.
Again we are face to face.
Uncomfortable and scared.
With the same thoughts echoing in our head.
Whether we were right or wrong in the end.

                       -dedicated to my friend whose reason for depression gave me the idea.:D hope he makes out of it.