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–
if I let my appetite for distraction dissipate.