I'm sorry guys, this was the longest stretch of being away from posting on my blog and that was not my intentions. Writing is good for me and I hope good for you each as well. I've been thinking of how each of us have certain memories we keep for ourselves, some we tell ourselves out loud to keep, others we mentally tuck them away for safe keeping, and still others we can't seem to erase no matter how hard we try to forget. It was this train of thought that led me to write this, I hope I've caught the emotional idea that memories seem to bring forth in each of us.
I cried tears for you.
every now and then when
your face appears before me
in an unbidden daydream.
Didn't see this coming,
yes..that's what I heard and
No, no I didn't either.
I try so hard to swallow
the dryness in my throat,
the words that always seemed to die
I try to stuff you somewhere else,
in the corner recesses of my mind.
That this feeling you conjure up will ease
with the passage of time,
and yet..stay all at the same time.
I don't want you to go.
Don't fade away, it was a shooting star
I'm sure- a glimmer of beauty only meant to be
seen in that twilight of time
where honesty forgot responsibility or morality
and told its secrets in an instant,
yeah I wish it didn't hurt so much,
you coming to visit my head
when I don't ask.
The sight of you hurts,
replaying in my mind.
ah, yes. That is true, I can't deny it-
You are a beautiful memory,
the only one I have to keep.
The only one that
gave me hope and killed me
in the same moment.
Beautiful things do that,
and memories are just the memoirs
Of moments too precious to lose, or lessons
to valueable to forget.
Of time and space and aging forgotten
in the ageless sense
our emotions give.