Shattered Memories
Again and again. I struggle with my heart, as I feel the pain in the letters of your name being
said, but still I live on with the shattered memories of union we had. A love we once shared
that no longer exist. A love which is now dead. I hear the sound of your car coming down the
street I run to the window only to see you drive by my house as if you didn't know me or,
anyone who lived here. The engine in your car it hums a sad song as I watch your tail lights
start to fade and your car drive away it breaks my fragile, spotted heart as the sound blows
past my ears and settles into my head.
I've died daily again to a curse that still lives as a disease inside me. I cannot forget you or
the times that we had or the promises that we made, how we shared dreams. Just the thought
of you makes me cringe as goose pimples begin to erode from my skin. I rub my arms to
make them go away but, I get stuck in a flash of your cold pale face then I'm then lost to this
horrible game being played and the state of mind, I was left in. The Shattered memories of a
love lived, I regret. These memories are stocked on the shelves in my head, from your face
to the clothes you wore, and every thing you ever said. I'm left with my soul shattered and
in shock. I blink my eye's feverishly to clear my mind then I pause for a moment as the
picture comes in. Then your face flashes at the end of, the park bench. A veil
numbness draws forth, a moment of silence as nothing is said, I drift into the vein corridors
of, my brain. Recalling, a time when I, was nearly driven to the edge of insane. The
memories of our existance together are kept locked away, buried in a graveyard of window
displays. A Place where one might see them and then would say, These shattered memories
like windows of regret are a love I once had but now I regret. With every good memory I
have of our life spent, I have a thousand bad memories left to put to death.
Copyright © David Caldera | Year Posted 2008
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