My Mind

My mind will heal,
what my heart cannot see,
using those memories,
of what used to be.

Memories of happiness,
memories of we,
when we loved others,
and when I loved thee.

Why do the memories,
so precious to we,
vanish this quickly,
fading into infinity?

God, how I wish,
I could go to see,
when happiness was measured,
by my love for thee.