Her eyes scanned the old pictures from her families photo album, turning the page, heart yearning for days of old. She pondered, she dreamed of the days long gone by.
There was a picture of her sister and there a picture of her long past brother. She remembered the days of laughter and silly childhood play, giggles of mirth, creeks to splash in, forts and fortresses to build. Wishing and replaying every little thing, wanting it to be all back again.
Why couldn't we just put life on stand still she said? Why can't we push replay? Why can't life just stay the way it was?
She was a dreamer, a dreamer of the past, a dreamer of the days long gone.
The past had lustrous memories. The future seemed so grim. Family spread far and wide. One brother dead. People changing. Why? Why can't it be the same as it used to be she'd say?
Looking, looking, always looking with her head turned back. Always peering into the Past.
The Present came to her door and knocked. The Present was filled with vibrant colors of life and youth and health. But she was too busy starring back at her dead Past. And so the Present came and the Present went.
The Future came filled with hopes and dreams and skies looking bright. But she still stood there looking down with saddened eyes looking into the Past, but the Past was no more for it had past. And so the Future came and the Future went.
Years slipped by, the sun rose, and the sun set, but she sat on her porch with the photo album in her hands still grieving over the loss of her dear Past.