Lost in a Mem’ry
Her eyelids grow heavy
as she fights off the sleep
that is weighing her down,
compelled by the need
to stay there,
awake,
within the realm of
reality,
sanity,
truth – the dream,
it whispers deception,
sweet lies in her ear,
pulling her further
into the dark,
asleep.
Awake.
Reliving a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
stumbling through hist’ry
that’s halfway obscured
by the frost of the night -
it fogs up her sight -
her heart is so
cold and
alone.
Trapped.
Locked in a time
neither here nor there,
the darkness,
it follows her steps,
a waltz -
one-two-three
one-two-three
one-two-three
Stop.
The echo of music
pervades the vast halls,
a chorus of sorrow;
she cries out in pain.
She needs to wake up,
she needs to wake up,
the dream isn’t real,
she needs to wake up.
But up isn’t up
and down’s turned around.
Tears splash in drops,
she needs to be found.
She’s lost in a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
until she falls
softly
awake.
Somewhere We Stumbled
Drowning, my heart is
flooded with tears
as memories come of
all those great years
we spent with each other,
together, a team
that could conquer it all –
but not all, it seems.
Do You Remember?
I miss you.
I miss the times we used to sit
huddled together, side-by-side,
imagining
all the things that we would do,
all the places we would go;
we promised ourselves,
you and I.
Do you remember?
I miss you.
