Memories

The sky was the color of cold concrete. The world seemed to be sighing, holding in it's tears until the last possible moment; when it would release a million droplets of cool forgiveness onto the thirsty earth. I shivered as the harsh breeze nipped at my barren shoulder; as my jacket had slipped off of my right shoulder.  My lip quivered as the memories flooded my brain, unforgiving.
Green grass, tall trees. Heartbeat fast, smile folding, arms warm around me. A red T-shirt lying in the too-green grass, reminding me of Christmas.
And another...
Hot concrete, fireworks, county fair. Family laughing, children playing, the sound of a ball bouncing against the concrete.
Warm lips, cool face. Everything was beautiful.
And then...
Cold snow. A broken chain. Lost.
Alone.

And my mind was unforgiving. Always unforgiving of those memories. The good and the bad. The memories that even time cannot erase. No amount of time.
But I am healed. Just not completely whole.

Mother says I'll never be.

*This is kind of a short story thing. I'm not depressed, guys. Don't worry*