I Remember You

Memories

churn

a month of Sundays

strewn

across this moment

like the happenstance

of fallen leaves

faceless eyes

haunting halls

of my mind

as if sight had a sound

and thunder were tender

you reach for me

through the tempest

that shifted us eternities

from where we longed

to be

carved in stone

I cannot let go

as I embrace

another thorny stem

from my dormant bed

of dreams

awaiting

scarlet blooms

lovingly

I remember you

 

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