Scattered memories

I sift through years
Of recorded heartache
Pain, longing, desire and hatred
Broken
memories
strewn
though
bits
of
code --

Love and passion of years gone by
Lovers come and gone

I sort through your mind and some things are familiar
But the girl who saw them is not--

Can I think so fondly of things I once viewed
With outsider's eyes and a jealous heart?
(They are foreign to me, these late-night confessions
Of strangers' lips and soft smooth skin
To electric glow of comforting presence
Of stranger-still people from miles away)

-- and yet, is that a phrase I know?
A look I too have recieved in bliss
Of secret meetings and whispers of love?

It's all so familiar but yet so strange,
Reading promises of forever

Meant for girls who came before