Past is Present Backup

What do you mean to me?
A friend, maybe something more.
But the past is in the way.
Regrets tie us against a wall.
It's so hard to let go,
And old bonds become steel.
Sometimes I can't wait
To hear your voice, see you.
Others, I want to turn away.
The mind is a confusing thing,
Always leading us in the
wrong directions, false paths.
My heart won't even talk to me.
It's been withered and chipped away,
Only a memory of what used to be.
So what do you mean to me now?
Perhaps I'll never know, and when
the time comes the past is present.
End.