Memories Reworked

Earth’s smell fills my nose, worrying shortness of breath, Cross the ground without mercy that laughs at my death, Hurtling towards me, each piling on top, Crush of love overwhelming that never would stop. Such times felt intensely no longer exist But what’s real is perceived, and what I perceive is this: The tendrils of fear as we climbed, built and slid A past true to my eye, the hedge where you hid. It’s the present I can’t’ fathom, that senseless as dreams, Forever on the verge, comes apart at the seams. But my memories so strong shall yet win this war, Forr they are my present, not this life I deplore... 11/01/21