Wall

I've got a wall full of mistakes.
I tried picking out one for old time's sake.
It was faded, something out of vintage whatnots.
Curious.

I open the envelope.
Out comes the chaos.
I try to banish every memory by closing my eyes.
Louder.

The screams are louder.
And I begin falling.
Faster, faster, until I fall to the ground.
Stop.

I've got a wall full of mistakes.
And as I look again,
your face wasn't on it.
Curious.