Past

How can't I not think about the past,
if all I want to forget
is still settling
safe and sound in my subconscious
creeps into sweet nightmares
every night in my sleep?

How can't I not look to the past ,
where everything I long to be stuck in there?
The love, the laugh,
the joy, the glory.

How can't I not go to the past ,
where it's the only place I can go
when there is nobody,
as I wake up in the middle of the night
feeling sad , lonely , and desperately need somebody to talk to?

How can't I not reach the past ,
where it's the only place I can reach
when everyone here and now
is so close yet so far away
that everything I have,
my eyes, my hands, my voice,
are not enough even just to touch them ?