Highway to hell

Sometimes the memories are too much

slowly eating my mind as to what could have been

i look over the past conversation and remember

the memories being some heartache

a desire for things to be like in the past

a desire for things to have been different

so I think not of memories but what if’s 

I wonder how things would have been if the circumstances were different

i miss, in a way, the feelings of being together 

I miss the laughter, the conversations, the emotions

but I know that things won’t change

things are over and done with

there’s no use in remembering 

but I know the memories will remain and so will the what if’s