Gray canopy clouds

weigh upon the heart in melancholic glee.

Memories like tattoos cling to the heart

the mind and the heart cannot forget.


We are beings that remember

though try with tenacity to forget.

Meaning in every pulse,

in every breath.

Every sense remembers.

Taking us to that moment.


A touch, a kiss, a scent,

a soft sound,

a beating heart–life within.


Gray cloud over my mind and heart.

Memory seemingly disintegrating–

remembering lingers,

if I let my appetite for distraction dissipate.




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