Old poetry

So...looking though some really old stuff I found this poem I wrote. I also realized that I'd never posted it here. So here it is...

*TWIST*

Here it comes again
I sit back eyes closed
Welcoming the pain
I see your face and twist the knife

The smiling times remembered
A sadness aches
The stabbing pain of my decisions
I hear your voice and twist the knife

Questions crowd my mind
Was I wrong or was I right?
Words I long to say and never can
I love you still and twist the knife

Remember

sepia toned memories
play through my mind
like old photographs
faded and fragile

moments of brilliant light
flashing bright and brief
behind my eyes
before fading slowly away

the autumn tones of twilight
bleed like paint
into the colors of darkness
navy black and white

moonlight stripes of silver
illuminate the shadows
fleeting thoughts
as the past becomes a dream