The Memory

I had my heart broken when I was young There's still a bitter taste upon my tongue My life has been fine for all of these years Why do I recall my face wet with tears The human spirit absorbs some mighty blows And laughs as if "that's just the way it goes" But somewhere inside a memory lies To be examined in its hows and whys It will not lie dormant for very long Until it demands to know what went wrong There are no answers and there never were Perhaps that's the reason I still think of her My heart has mended from when I was young But there's a bitter taste upon my tongue 12/3/2016