Falling and Getting up

The past is funny
you start young like anything does and get old like you should
we spoke some time ago and you didn't think i was good
for my words meanings were misunderstood

things happen times change, people change

time goes by all communication is cut, all ties are gone

now there is the internet and a connection is made after years

memory is frail, thoughts are almost nonexistent

the attraction that was long forgotten had

reproached the front of the brain, and the tip of the tongue

looking splendid on so many levels I wracked my brain to figure out what it was

that i saw and couldn't remember

we exchange words again and it's almost as if you knew me from yesterday

as for me remembrance as much harder

you became food for thought just something i wanted to have on my mind

yet troubles came and houses were build to stop the harsh weather

this house was made of the strongest metal known to man

not letting anything or anyone in nor out

but what should have been done was to bring you in from the storm

which was not done, and whatever was there disappeared into the coldness

now that the storm is clear, my head is empty and my thoughts get  back to you

the realization that I was too late came upon me... 

so here I sit alone in this giant metal house that has turned to glass

as everything is seen like the items in an old shops windows

only in mystery but not wonder