Memories

Long drives, a silhouette against darkening sky
Black and blue among rising light
Quiet river flowing through curving peaks
Smoke spilling through evergreen trees
Letting go of these memories
Means leaving myself If I am not what I've been then what is left?

Can I quote one more line?
“I will be better this time"
Words that resonate behind my eyes
I really think that I'll miss you guys
But I’m learning to say --