Perfection

People always think they have found perfection

The perfect song

The perfect moment

The perfect perfume

The perfect dress

The perfect school

The perfect color to paint your nails

The perfect everything

But how wrong could we all be

Perfections as we call them come and go daily

Without warning or just change without reason

The perfect summer

Once shared with the perfect friends

Slowly comes to a crashing end

The time is full of blemishes and flaws

Once covered by the perfect concealer 

Now faces the world exposed

It has become clear to me
There is no room for mistakes 
Just room for perfection.
Pure perfection.
Only room for improvement
But no room to look back.
No room to reminisce.

There is no time to walk down memory lane 
A grab at the dreams that were once a reality.
They are the past.
There is no time to hold on to someone who has let go.
There is no strength to keep a relationship a float that has already sunk.

All imperfections must be left behind.