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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

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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

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 21st Sep 2019 13:12

Waiting for a whisper and even the ocean is silent....that is some incredible wordwork there. Thanks for sharing.

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Heart of Lead

Thu 29th Aug 2019 07:17

Thank you for liking and commenting on my poem, Keith, Merey. I confess the meaning changed as I wrote it. Memory of past lovers are not always painful, but tainted memories are the worst kind, where you recognize what you could not before.

Do.RoThy

Wed 28th Aug 2019 21:13

I liked this poem but the last line makes me reflect, i feel blessed by the memories of love not cursed to say so. Even though lovers are separated, memories are beautifully wonderful.

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keith jeffries

Wed 28th Aug 2019 20:45

An extraordinary poem, beautifully crafted and well ryhmed. A poem which many will be able to relate to. It possesses an intimacy which is rooted in nostalgia and with a sense of longing.
Thanks
keith

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