Memories ...Tatters of What We've Been

@johnjgeddes 78

7 months ago (Edited)

nexonian

Laughter
Softly
Tears me
To tatters:
Nothing is
Left of me,
Each time
I see her...
― Catullus

You’re a haunting,
drizzly day—
And oppress me
In a soft patter of rain,

My feelings
Dwindle
To a faint numbness—

Dark and forgotten
As a fireplace in summer.

I had almost forgotten
What arms
Keep remembering—

You’re the wind
In the night
Down desolate alleys
My soul takes.

The story of us
Touching,

Existing
Only in dreams…

Yet your summer
Lives on inside me,

Rippling
Under the trees.

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