Memory
A poem.
Nov 3, 2020
Your strength is strong;
you pull me to places I don’t want to go.
How the paths I walked years ago
trigger the fragrance of you.
How I know I will not step back to the land I met you
because it will take me back to a time I loved you
and you loved me,
and how just the mere thought of your shadow walking towards me
will shatter what I had just rebuilt.
Memory,
you are a blessed curse.
Without you, I cannot live,
but with you, I cannot forget.
