An Ode To a Memory

You stand there oh so tall, bringing shame to those who came before you and still you expose Their greatest weakness is that they can’t compare to your silhouette and no it’s not fair. They try to make me happy, thinking maybe one day she’ll see through this shell and see the color beyond this grey. Sadly, they are mistaken there is no other that can make my heart a broken record and still I find it breaks. Broad shoulders, a golden mane, my eyes are blurred I forgot your name. Like Atlas you grasp my world in your palm I sing of you now and then as though you were a psalm. You’ll always be there. Never will you leave, the magical memory of make-believe.