untitled, unfinished

[A. Nony Mouse]

a trickle of memories I'd never had
words, old yet powerful, still make me sad
searchable sortable bits of the past
listed in order from first to the last
my heart follows your cycle but a moment too late
my soul feels your spirit, but is punished by fate
life lasts so long, and joy comes and goes
still, my heart feels your sorrow, your pain, and your woes...
No end as of yet... just some thoughts... I don't normally rhyme...