Replay

Sing me a sad song,
cry me a lullaby,
bleed me a poem
and remind me of you.

Not that it will hurt,
its purely for remembrance,
that it has once happened,
not to be forgotten.

And bring back
from my memories,
each and every little thing,
that has been done before.

Its not the first time,
doubt it will be the last,
for its me who have allowed it
to happen once and once again.

Digging out the memories,
from sometime ago,
and look at a replay,
that matches what is now.

No regret,
no lament,
trust in my actions,
and move on further.