Remembering
There’s a memory I have
of a past without a future.
A memory of a time that returns,
again and again,
to hold my mind enthralled,
to constrict my chest and tighten my throat
and clench my eyes and teeth and then,
with a single shuddering sigh,
release a tear.
I will seek this memory again.
And again. And again.
It is my loveliest memory of them all.
Copyright © Red Omara | Year Posted 2013
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