Aligned
nowhere
The
times have changed
The
criteria’s rearranged
I’m
left in blank stare
My
memories of you
Are
bent, my thoughts are lost
As
you aren’t similar to the one I once knew
Your
memories of me
Erased
from within
As
if I never existed previously
Two
sides to a coin
Head
to heart
Tails
we start
Always
disconnected, forever conjoined
The
sand has shifted below
The
storm’s splitting in
Dissociation
just won’t let go
So
again…in hell we swim
interesting stuff man...like the contrast between your memories and theirs...this would be pretty scary if it was your spouse that no longer remembered you...dang hard...
ReplyDeleteMemories are a fickle thing, sometimes we wish we can forget, but I think I'd rather remember everything even that bad. For if you forget then you might go and do it again. Makes us who we are no matter the flip of the coin, good or bad they are needed by every lass and lad.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have to swim those hellish waters eh, to get to the shore of peace and much better places.
ReplyDeleteone of your best, to me, Fred!
Very cool write. I particularly like the "two sides to a coin" stanza.
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