The Memory of You
I felt the sunrise that was the warmth of your face,
But even in the heat my tears felt the same
Burned too hot so even the ice gave chase
And still I can remember your name
I listened for the whisper that would remind,
But even the ocean fell silent tonight
City lights make the stars hard to find
And still you remain hidden from sight
I waited by the shore beside strangers
But forgot why I stood there so long
Cast the coins like so many wagers
And still my memories are wrong
I forgot you on purpose to stop the bleeding
But too late for that, I am drained and blue
Blood for my sins, a blotted meaning
And still I am cursed by memory of you
Jason Bayliss
Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:39
Sometimes, my dearest friend, you have to walk out of the trees, to be able to see the wood, and sometimes you're pleased you did, but memories are only a curse until you become the master of them.
So beautifully and skillfully written, I felt as if I was standing there with you. Incredible.
J. x