Breathin Out Loud (Incomplete ish)

Prisoners of the present, longing for the past

If  I cud freeze the moment and save it to last. 

Or just delay it for later :

 save it for last. 

They say grief has five stages I must be cycling through them all then

Coz Even when Im speechless My Eyelids do the talkin

Unspoken words breach the Silence that I'm lost in.

If I cud wake up and not remember 

And be Unaware that I've forgotten 

If I cud cease rememberin

what I keep rememberin' Often