Memory
Haze and mist
suggest
that you once belonged with me
but angry foam and sea
says this
that it could not be
Is this just fairy tale
is this a fancy
or am I simply dreaming
a reality that once was around me
Hesitant, yes
for I am rarely blessed
She was once here
warm and near
but that was long ago
faded upon yesteryear
Melody and Rhyme
distant through time
and I
alone, hesitant, and silent
weeping alone upon a wearied stone
and this is my only recourse
Memory, chilled and gray
But memory that has yet to fade
Be with me
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