Passing through the open windows (poem)

The radiant sun was passing through the open windows,
and everything on its way was filled with the brightest of lights.
A soft September breeze with a tiny trace of summery heat came dragging leaves to the porch.
There’s where I sat, gazing as the sunset shed an orange-tone light on those worn floors.
gazing at the past really. Thinking about us.

I could see us so clearly, as if not a day had past,
as if time hadn't moved, as if you were still mine.
And once I saw you I couldn’t get you out.
Believe it or not, after all this time, I still can't wipe you from my mind.

It's absurd really.
Absurd, stupid and highly dangerous
this tendency to keep inviting your memory in to my head,
knowing as I do that you’re not easy to cast away.
Oh but If only you were… would I be happy with that?

But no matter how hard I’ve try
I can't seem to get you out.
Because I can't stop the sun from going up
Nor can I stop the wind that swings constantly in the treetops
Because I can’t stop your memory as it filters through every crack
and takes the rest of what’s mine.