Scattered Memories

the faint sound of waves hitting the shore,

your fading laughter,

you calling my name

on one Sunday afternoon.

scattered memories,

captured in the mid vein of my life,

starts to play when I declare an end

leave a sharp stain on my wet bleeding heart

I’m careful not to imagine

the warm smell of your skin,

behind your ears,

on the back of your neck.

but your arms come unannounced

pulling me far too close,

inhaling me

exhaling the others.

do I rely on my heart

who refuses to believe that you’re gone,

or my head

who weaves ways to bring you back to life ?

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