Entrenchment

Some memories seem to endure
roll around and bang into each other like
boulders
distracting and colouring the mind
from the new, beautiful, loving truth

Others seem to be forgotten
as soon as they happened

rewritten

or vanished

As though that refreshing trace of cleansing water
never streamed through a moment in ones' life


I cling to your hand and gleaming face
your gentle and staunch words of love

When I go home
don't let me forget





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Written on 2013-11-26 at 10:42

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I've often wondered why some memories become iconic, become the pages in one's life album; while other events disappear like dust between those same pages.

Well written and enjoyed.
2013-11-26