Weave Of Memory
It's all gone now...and not a clue where...or why.it's all memory now-comes when it wants-
leaves when it wants- breaks you down into fear
and hollowed, empty crying in the dark
when it wants.
All of our secret places have vanished away...
replaced by time broken memories
and heartbroken shadows of dreams of you;
The "you" I knew would always be there-
right up to the very second I knew
you told me you would never go...
and then you were gone.
In my dreams I run my fingers
down the soft curve of your face...
but it wasn't you after all...it was only
a damaged memory/thought/dream I clung to-
something built in haste to save my hopes
from my own destructive karma...
This intricate weaving of memory suits me
just fine after all...it keeps me warm
when traveling the icey cold hallways
in my heart...or perhaps in yours...
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