The title says it all doesn't it? If I sit and fall into the trap of thinking about the past I go all pensive as faces, now long gone, drift past.

They all whisper a subdued hello as they shoot me a hollow glance before passing. Familiar all of them and none forgotten.

As they slowly dissipate into my mind I hear their cries of pain...

.....remember us Steve, don't let us be forgotten.

and I shed a tear as I promise them all...never.

The song bird sings no more,

Sitting in its cage,

The sky not visible from

Where it has been for an age.

The song bird sings no more,

In the silent, dusty house,

Where there's no more yelling

Or fighting with one's spouse.

The song bird sings no more

In this slow death of waiting,

For the song went out of its heart

When it stopped beating.

When you fall back into those deep, dark moods. The kind where you truly can't stand yourself, so you figure no one else should have to.

But, you have friends, and they're trying to talk to you. And the dark thoughts are creeping up too fast for you to catch yourself.

So, you try to gently push them away. Find excuses not to talk for a bit, but that only works for so long.

They'll want to know what's really going on. Even though you know that telling them risks your relationship with them.

Because eventually, they get tired of dealing with you.

So, you push, and you push. Till finally they stop coming back. Then, you're left all alone again, just like you knew would happen.

That makes me melancholy, because that's what I go through...