Memory Lapse
MEMORY LAPSE
they peer at me
in short panted
breaths
against cuts and
breezes
childhood days
and drifts like
wood in dark
mahogany
past pastels
through every
heart torched that
touched my soul
now life gapes
huge holes
cracked mirrors
with
fissured tears
faces that visit
and giggle
clueless
dim-witted
brainless
obtuse
a memory lapse
unaware
of what was
left behind
© Kim van Breda—16 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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