I try to scoop out the liquid essence
of your memory,
but each time I reach deep inside,
my brain is dust and my mind sits dry.
Time, apparently, has drank all of you.
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Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Mauve Memories
These mauve memories
hibernate in my mind
like those hand-painted lilac shoes
you gave me two years ago I loved
but forgot about,
until I'm cleaning and find them in mid-January
and decide to wear them one last time before I throw them out;
except these mallow memories can never be thrown out,
but can only be forgotten
and found once again
one day in every winter
blooming in groves against the deep frigid snow.
hibernate in my mind
like those hand-painted lilac shoes
you gave me two years ago I loved
but forgot about,
until I'm cleaning and find them in mid-January
and decide to wear them one last time before I throw them out;
except these mallow memories can never be thrown out,
but can only be forgotten
and found once again
one day in every winter
blooming in groves against the deep frigid snow.
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