Of late, I have been visited by memories best left alone.
After which, I try to find the meaning in their visit.
Was it to remind me of the past outcome?
To tech me a lesson?
To add more guilt to the party?
Even the heavens fade from sight.
But memories are forever.
and post notes and photos about your poem.
In shadow, shade and angled light,
memories echo, when given time.
They persist, though out of sight,
when even bells will loose their chime.
To torture, teach or reprimand?
Why then comes, the weathered old?
The heart and soul hold scars and brands,
when even stars burn out, turn cold.