Horizon

It's interesting you know
the way memories flow.

Once upon the boat called self
I bobbed on the sea of me.
I pulled in the oar.
I'm ashamed to admit what for.
I wanted to shed a tear -
And then another and another -
I cried, "just let me sit here!"
But at some point the tide brought me to shore -
And I had to explore.
Now, when I return to look for the memory that kept me at bay -
And find that it's gone.
There's nothing left to say.
I search for the image that haunted my moments -
But it left while I was busy with other opponents.
While I wasn't paying minutes to the hurt I sought to keep -
It faded away like the sun over the horizon -
The pain faded with the heat.