I rememberA Poem by Michael Leon Wilson
I remember
Four year past To the last time those eyes crossed my path And the aftermath that came After that Opposites , magnets that attract Except I was attached Pull me in push me away And now I've lost my direction Polarity changes by day. All that remains are memories, You and me that recliner in veiw of the sink you would love me in front of all while no one can see Every time I close my eyes I watch another reel of memories, Bits of my life, our life dashing before me Reminding , teasing warning Laughing. Scenes of pain scenes of pleasure Scenes of rain scenes of better weather. I can not sleep With these memories The bad ones hurt and the good ones show how good that pain can feel, they warn of how good you can warp what is real. I remember the tears that tumbled down your lap as you looked down on me to laugh but now you want me back..... After that? I'd never I've severed those feelings for you After I saw the truth But I remember How good it feels to love you And I feel my heart succumb to The muscle memory of loving you I don't want to But I do. Aloft a mile high In a plane in the sky I know how it will end No matter how high I must come down No matter what you say you won't stick around. but I just ride this plane until it hits the ground. I remember What happens next It's a matter of time I expect But alas I lay here rambling Because the evidence is damning But I'm still standing In the spot where that planes landing Because I'm waiting for it to hit me I want to feel that hurt again Because the pain of losing you again outweighs the thought of you not missing me I know it's crazy For what the definition of insanity But I chase the dream maybe rather frivolously , regardless of the pain I can't help but rembering how good your love feels to me. But I fear to live through your loss another time would make me regret my heart beat, for the rest of eturnity. I will always remember Everything. © 2017 Michael Leon Wilson |
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Added on September 9, 2017 Last Updated on September 9, 2017 AuthorMichael Leon Wilsonjacksonville, FLAboutI'm sick with frantic rhymes that can be dark, morbid , scary sensual or just plain strange. What makes me different is I write about anything, with no filter. more..Writing
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