Brandon Scott Lowry

i’ve been time traveling lately.
mostly in the dead of night.
i’ve been going back a few years 
to when i had a hand to hold,
to when i had a place to call home.
but then it hits me like a bullet;
i can’t live in the past anymore.
memories are a wonderful thing,
but they can also hurt worse than a knife.
and when they hurt, well,
the only thing left to do is make new ones.