I Remember.

He doesn't understand How bad this hurt me too. Every time he snaps at me. I recognize this tone too well. And the memories flood back. His anger frightens me. As this is when it takes over. Rash decisions come from from hurt feelings. Quicker than I can fathom. It's said that history repeats itself, Time and time again. So why should this be different? All that occured, On that dreadful afternoon, Is forever etched in my mind. Every recreated sound, Sends a shiver through my spine, And shoots me back. Into my silent prayers to forget. But I know I won't forget. Not now nor in the future. So all I'm left with is the hope, That things remain the same. As I fear his relapse, And pray for his continued happiness. It is enough... It has to be.