Memories
A memory is a fragile, sacred being
Chained to whatever it pleases -
Music, smells, the coming of spring.
Fleeting as the tender skin of a child
It comes with crashing of cymbals
Yet always manages to escape over the stile…
Leaving you with the empty shell
of a smile.
Copyright © Samantha Mcelroy | Year Posted 2023
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