The Memory
I pull my collar up against the chilling wind
The rain tries to sting me as I walk
Rotting leaves and rain dance in my nose
And a memory lodges itself in my head
It was a dark night, storming and cold
We were driving in the rain with the radio on
In a strange town the car decided to die
But we were able to park along the curb
The shops all glowed warm in the darkness
People hurried through the rain and cold
Instead of panicking we sat in the car
Smoking cigarettes and listening to Cat
After two tapes your dad arrived
The car was fixed and home we drove
Nothing else that night stands out
But the rain and cold, music and smoke
Rattle around in my head and often rise
So I walk along the crooked sidewalk
With those smells whirling through the air
We did not last, we were too young
Of the memories we made together
It is that night that stands out the most
It seizes my mind as I walk along
And with my head down against the weather
I again let it play out as it often does
When I encounter the same cold rain
And I raise my eyes to see where my feet led me
Your teenage home stands before me
Dilapidated and broken down
But memories scream from the cracks
And I wonder where you are
Copyright © Pete Devlin | Year Posted 2024
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