Crowded Memories

A poem about a wonderful past relationship that can't seem to escape your mind.

 

           Crowded memories of a beautiful year;

           Try to forget, can’t leave you behind.

           Looking out my window, I see your face

           In the gentle calm of the midnight rain.

 

           Your eyes are wide, peaceful and still.

           I miss your touch, your playful moves.

           Your scent was a high no drug could match.

           Your smile could level a fleet of men.

                       

              Your laughter was like an arc of sunshine,

           Crossing over fields of frosting.

           You were my honey, my sweet sugar darling;

           You were any little pet name that came to mind.

 

           Remember that time on the beach

           We whispered words like "always" and "forever"?

           We were confused; the ocean is forever.

           We are always dreaming.

 

           I never want to let go of what we had.

           Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting  

           The life we once had. Together we were

           So happy and free; forever seemed real.

 

           But now everything is a distant past,

              A chronicle of blurred images.

           I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.

           What do I do with all these crowded memories?

Author's Note

I wasn't sure how to end this...should I leave the speaker unsure what to do with all the memories of his past relationship, or should he move on and forget the past? Should he feel regret for what he lost or happy for what he had? I chose to make it ambiguous in that sense, but I was just wondering what you think not only about the direction/end of the poem, but the language.

Reviews

[Cylis Derrens]

I say remember them fondly as seem to now. I think if you can remember the best and it doesn't hurt you then why not keep them.

The most important thing is that it ends, even if it leaves the reader hanging with what happens next.

You have good form and rhythm.