Useless Memories

You were on my mind
like a talking bird on my shoulder
Something rolling down
towards the light conversation
that ceased to exist

An overexposed image
of a place lost to time
memories that now seem useless and old
Like a tired wheel in the back of your mind

A feeling that came out of nowhere
that was created under zombie circumstances
in a suburban far away apartment
where everyone was exactly who they were

Filling the gaps with inert logic
that ripped the couple apart
so that they never again gave to each other
in bedrooms or on a couch

It is the shade that heals all wounds
inflicted by a testament to a flaming heart
which is a drink, commonly invented
after hours of adjustment
to the faltering light in the room.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-24 at 23:24

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
memories are like pages in a scrapbook, they become iconic. i wonder about the dust between the pages, there lies life. are you between pages, a little lost?

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So much worry in this work. Something unresolved perhaps. We all have parrots on our shoulders. But we must remember that they are only parrots.