Deja vu

Lately I have been propping up my smile with the ghosts of memories past.

This smile is a counterfeit though, forged with regret that slumps my shoulders and pulls the corners of my mouth down with defeat.

And I think to myself, "This should be easier the second time around."

My poor heart has only recently adjusted to being whole again.

But I'll trudge on, soldiering through the muck yet again; this time trying to avoid the muddy footprints of my past mistakes.