What I Cannot Forget
By The CanarY
So many memories of you gone a cruel shade of forgotten from constant exposure to the killing rays of new experience in the gallery of my mind. Faded like the flowers you pressed in a book about birds (a rose for the finches with their darwin beaks, while scarlet tanigers flit about the petals of a tulip). Didn't we make it to the lake that day? The water was a chrome valley glinting its greeting to the towering hills- I remember the willows hugging the banks for dear life, and the rock that cut my hand when I proved I was a fool. You said I was a genius and could remember anything. The anguish of life without you offers a different truth. Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 06:25 AM PST pain
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