Forgotten Memory....

The past is past.
The present is now.
The future non-existent.
Three tenses of varied times.
Each with their pros and cons.
Some like one over the other.
The past makes me tick,
As to the present i live in
With no future expectations.
Like a masterpiece aged,
With little blemishes and
a history worth talking about.
There are certain things,
I cannot forget.
It was one of those days,
When a memory long buried.
Resurfaces from six feet under.
Bringing me on edge to
What I would put as lame stupidity.
Wasting a quarter of my decade,
Trying to understand what transpired.
The memory is clear as day,
But the details hazy as the fog.
Should i laugh or cry.
It would never make a difference.
Since a closure to things like these.
Is just a whimsical fantasy.
I was silly enough to do it,
Now I regret even thinking of it.
As the others don't even know,
What went through my mind.
It just remains incomplete.
Waiting to be finished .
Only I know it will hever happen.
The awkward pleasure I got,
Surmised enough what I needed.
For that was my content.
In knowing that I will never again.
Come upon that memory.
A direction taken to leave it behind.
This memory under lock and key.
Showed that feelings felt,
Aren't necessarily truthful enough.
To hold on to.
So just let it be in the past.
Only if you can put it there...