This Word
Memory.
What is this word
We taste in our mind
Of unlimited remembrance
And timeless obsession?
This word.
Of creation’s language
And time’s resource.
A length of admiration
Or an undesirable disguise
Of which to hide behind.
Memory.
Soft words of encouragement.
Needle points of realization.
Relentless beauty.
A sinners worst nightmare.
A tireless child.
A sunset’s reappearance.
This word.
Trailing like a shadow.
Smoke in the sky.
Soundless laughter.
Flowers tucked in the grass.
As if all was lost
But not forgotten.
Meghan Newton
2006
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