Forest

Memories

it's dark
cold and raining
drafty in the forest of my mind
 
littered with creatures
each grotesque
and socially awkward
 
the trees and vines
gnarled and rampant
from years of abuse
 
I wander aimless
searching for that lost memory
desguised as a leaf or a branch perhaps
 
My torch is on its last legs
And I too
will be snuffed out soon
 
because of this typhoon
visiblity is small
and the chorus of meandering nothing deafens me
 
I power through
my machete brandished
I finally found it!!!!
 
You
 
A tree
in a clearing
an oasis in this lush desert
 
I hack off a branch
with my trusty machete
and see that time
 
a picnic table
a stereotypical checkerboard sheet
and sandwiches
 
an awkward boy
sits at the same table
as the impossibly beautiful princess
 
They share a meal
as she speaks of beautiful things
in her beautiful life
 
as soon as it is found
the memory dissapears
taking the clearing and your tree with it
 
I will continue
I'll find it again
and see you smiling
if only one last time