Memory

Its been many years since I've closed my heart to love, yet still a memory remains. It's the last beautiful thing in my life and I hope this finds you well. Yours was the way of the warrior while mine was of love, but now that I no longer have that, what path is left to me? Should I too take up a weapon and forge a trail through blood? Or should I bow my head and let others fight while my memory fades from this place? It is much uglier for the things I've lost. The things I crave and the things I fear are lost to this world.