Casualty of Love

Memories are like war,
many casualties;
regrets.
Unknown possibilities,
endless uncertainties.
What makes me recall?
Can I truly forget?
If every memory I rejected
as lies, as non existent flies;
which cannot bounce around
my empty mind
casting shadows,
when left behind.
Then would ignorant bliss
replace my longing to reminisce?
Today like yesterday,
I must decide;
If in our memory
I will hide.
If all hope has truly died,
let memories die too;
as lately there are so few
that resemble you.