Memories

These memories will call me when you let a scene unfold When strips of me you tore drift apart, and waves in you atone… Pardon me, I cannot leave. I hear you carved a set of our dreams to splitting ends, That peer on chance and creep on our enemies’ sweltering intent… Like you I know, we dream in years. I exhale despair and each time I swear I’ll die Of simple charm and terror embedded in a wince… Around these spheres we break, a listless haze shall streak, In splintered circles and moons that time shall deem reduced… For goodness’ sake, we find them whole.