Memory

I am walking down memory lane
I look through the windows of this pain
Of times I fell but took to long to stand
And moments I got too scared and ran


I peek through the keyhole of boarded doors
Curious to know a lot more
About the body in the grave
If she lived a life that we all craved

Or did she locked this memory away
Just so she can save the day
I continued down a street ,
As ghost of the past by swiftly
Ignoring their glares sent towards me