Faded Memories

It seems like a long time ago. It was a time of uncertainty. No time to pick and choose, what to keep, or what to let go.
I have only a shoe box of memories. My mind has only faded memories. Memories of good times, and bad.
I can't be with you anymore. I can't even be with myself sometimes. So, I take out the shoe box, and sift through the pictures. Your smiling innocent little faces, bring tears to my eyes, and I smile back at you.
The windows are dirty, on the outside. No matter how much I clean them on the inside, the outside dirt remains.
I start to think about my one true love, and I begin to smile. He was my mentor, my best lover, my only true friend. He took them on, like a mighty warrior, he said that he would return for me, when things shifted into our favor. I will continue to wait for him.
It is time to make something to eat, even though I am never very hungry anymore. I have enough food supplies, to keep me sustained for at least a year, a year and a half, if I cut my rations down a bit, which I do more often, than not.
There is a song playing in my head now, "imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can?, no need for greed, or hunger, a brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people, sharing all the land." "you may say, i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one. I hope some day you'll join us, and the world will live as one."