A chronicle of the misadventures of a would be writer

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Exorcism of an Unforgetting Heart

Flashes...
Memories...
Your laughter
That smells
Of wet earth
And dreams
With an acrid tinge
Of hopes gone by


I have never missed you,
Never got the chance
But I wish I did


You're a jigsaw puzzle
And I hold every piece;
Only the grooves have changed
They fit no more.
The line have faded,
The colours run into each other
A grotesque image
Of the face before.


We sit together
We reminisce
We have no new
Memories to make.
Time has washed you away
In all your fluid grace
While I sit
On the clumsy boulder
Of a wistful life;
Babbling
To the bits of you
I have clung on to
Like a parasite.


Blow away in the wind;
Be gone.
Your eyes
They are still the same hazel
But they have forgotten to smile
When they see me
Be gone
So that I too can forget
that treacherous smile