A past to hold on...

There is a memory in the bylanes
Waiting to pounce on me every time something happens,
A past that I hold onto no matter how much I try to let go
A past which is a part of my life and taken away from me,
Every time a glimpse of it threatens tears in my eyes
A past which I so dearly want to hold onto but have no choice.
I wish I could be there again playing, laughing, reading and chatting away with friends,
Oh there is so much to say but no words to express what I feel.
A past I yearn for in the present while I pray for a better future,
A past that I so dearly hold onto...