The hard part is,
I don’t remember.
Tag: memory
I Still Love You – Sunday 24th August 2025 (Aged 50)
Yet, I still love you,
and it feels like trauma,
with a bow of grief.
I see us in pictures,
and something feels incomplete
Swallow The Days – Written Thursday 31st July 2025 (Aged 50)
Maybe I am just
not built in such a way
that I can so easily
swallow the days.
Chorus – Written Monday 28th July 2025 (Aged 50)
Where do I belong?
It’s a complicated song,
although it has
verse and chorus.
Belong – Written Thursday 10th July 2025 (Aged 50)
Where do I belong?
And where are my roots?
A local boy
with foreign boots.
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
What Became Of Those People – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)
I wonder what happened to —
became of —
those people
who crossed my path.
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
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