Lost mem(e)ory.

Photo by  Maksym Kaharlytskyi 


I‘m not reliable, I think
My head blanks and blames
Monsters that do not exist, a demon lives
But he is inside me not my head,
I am fragile, fickle, frail,
I wish you were mine.
 
I quickly scribble this before I forget again
I found a letter from you
It read
“My luv, I am sorry, I love you. I hate myself.”
I do not know what it means except you love me
Did I love you, too?
A reminder of my soul drained down the ravine,
I wish I remembered.
How long did we know each other, was it long
Enough to consider making more,
But I must have forsaken you
A fault from my conception—-
Judas had nothing on me,
I wish I knew what this text on the back of my palm meant.

I found a name under my pillow: whose is it?
Al——

Six Times Forever

Six Times Forever: A Poetic Recollection of Hopeless Romanticism is available on Amazon. Click on paperback or kindle to visit the appropriate links. You can also find it on Book Depository.
Click here to listen to my podcast (Panacea of Rhapsody) on Anchor.fm.

Click here to listen to my podcast (Panacea of Rhapsody) on Anchor.fm.

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