Memory
By thespin
Memories linger like the scent of yesterdays flowers. They return in the dark quiet hours. You die not so quick a death. You have substance- breath. In sleep I say, "I'll hide you forever more." But alas, It's another door. You resound through the attic of my mind. I try to run forward. But you always behind. I want to forget. but yet, You are there. Always there. Oh, that I could cease to care. Yet tomorrow is another day. Hopefully, your memory will fade away. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 11:53 PM PST 0 • 8
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Memories linger like the scent of yesterdays flowers...."