In darkness time forgets the days
Which seem the most relaxing.
And with our sight forever blurred
Come memories lost in haze. 

The thoughts that flow are truly sad,
Creating torment unending.
But by recalling ‘bout those times,
We remember that they were glad. 

So strange how time can warp our love,
And change our joy to pain.
We try to recall happiness past
But forget what we’re thinking of.