Memories Are a Drunken Stranger to Me
memories are a drunken stranger to me
or they are a friend,
i once met on holiday
and i can no longer recall
memories are a lost night,
the type which once had a magnetic pull
memories are a drunken stranger to me
i can recall,
but they often make little sense
stumbling and staggering as they are –
in the barely lit corridors of my brain
memories are long lost seasons to me
without reasons, leaves or even rain
they are hard to pick up
and even harder to frame
memories are a drunken stranger to me
or they are a friend,
who i once loved with my very being
those times,
when you were charged by your feelings
those times when it was the only way to be
i sit down and i wade through tides of my past
but memories are a drunken stranger to me
James Garratt – Thursday 9th November 2023
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Memories Are a Drunken Stranger to Me – Written Thursday 9th November 2023 (Aged 48)
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