Memories of you

We all try to run away from pain, escape from pain. But pain is a faster runner than we are. Pain demands to be felt.

Drones of an engine fleeing by

and the sky is patched with grey and white:

my knees upon the asphalt grass,

I pray the westerly wind comes fast

and pray these memories be the last

so finally may I breathe away the past.

Drones of an engine die to

a splutter, a mutter, an echo of you

that grabs me by the neck and holds me still

my breath do you crush and steal,

but I press my hands against your window sill

and fight you with an ever weakening will.

Even the splutters of an engine hides me not

from the ghost of you in the parking lot:

your hands of warmth about my cheeks,

your searching eyes, my lips you seek;

the memory once so tender now grows bleak

and my hands, my eyes, my lips are weak

with pain that will not disappear,

I wipe and wipe away the tears

until my heart is raw 

and I cannot take this anymore:

your bitten lips, the tightening of your jaw

when between the two of us you built a wall

and let me go and let me fall

and I've been falling,

falling in your shadows ever since. 

I stand unsteady on my feet

and the engine drones begin again, an airy heat

of memories racing through the white and grey,

racing hand-in-hand with the westerly wind today,

and that is when I realise 

maybe memories of you are simply here to stay.

Author's Note

Haven't written rhyming poetry in quite some time. Enjoy :) All comments are greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[arishiasayswoah]

I thought the poem was great it had such words that sucked me in at every detail