Memory Box

Description, description.
Is it ever enough?
It seems everything you've come to know is now just a bluff.
No matter how many times you touch
It's just not enough.
The image is blurry and vague.
What caused this scornful plague?

Anger and hurt;
Sometimes you smile.
What do they look like again?
Oh yeah, now you can remember.
Memories are such a beautiful thing.

Open up the box and unlock the good old days.
The days of sunsets and sparkling water.
Now this beauty is just a picture in the mind.

Morose comes across every so often.
Isn't it expected?
It's kind of hard to imagine
When never neglected.

You feel that touch of a hand;
So soft and smooth.
Suddenly, it's alright.
This hand guides you through the day.
You don't necessarily need the array.

Frustration still sets it.
Isn't it expected?
Even with little neglect
There's something you can't detect.
Is it love, pity, or maybe just fear?
Whose fault is it?
Most certainly not yours.
You can't change the past.
You shouldn't forget it completely.
Sometimes it's hard to pretend
When problems are staring you in the face.
You don't need to see them to know that they're there.