Etch-A-Sketch Memory
You linger even after the ghost of you is gone…
I still wear you on my face,
Smell you in my hand,
Taste you on my lips,
Feel you in my hips.
In secret places of my mind
You are still running free.
The only place where truth can bind
To my soul and memory.
Synapses firing,
Shooting off from sensory,
As I recant the day.
Wiped clean from the rain.
A constant wash
Over the portrait once painted.
Like an Etch-A-Sketch
Of a most beautiful day created...
Then shaken from the timeline of me.
6.24.2020
Copyright © Kristen Granet | Year Posted 2020
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