Imagination

Imagination can be a beautiful, beautiful thing.

It allows me to reminice
On the good times we've shared
And relive them in my mind's eye.
I hope there are similar good times soon to come.

It lets my thought run wild withough boundries
To conjure up things that could happen,
No matter how improbable.

It is free.
It is unyeilding.
But...
It is also cruel.

Imagination can be a cruel, cruel thing.
It allows me to reminice
On the good times we've shared
And relive them in my mind's eye over and over.
Though I know those good times are over.

It lets my thought run wild withough boundries
To conjure up things that could happen,
But now I know never will.

It is free.
It is unyeilding.
It is beautiful.
It is cruel.