Memories Of The Past

as i look back on thses nights in the park strange meetings in the dark i can see you talking to an unknown shadow as the black sky is coming down on us so low and i wonder why i always keep pleasant memories of the past why anything bad or good seems better once it has passed i'm facing the ceiling, alone in the dark remembering all the things which have left a mark i find it hard to see what stands in the shadow as if somebody didn't want me know this very personal stroy may only make sense to me