I wish my memory was better
Then I could think you real
I could paint you with vibrant colour
And resonant sound
I could build you up
I could touch you once more
I could tell you those things
I just never got around to saying
I could show you my world

But my memory is not that good
And even if it were
You’d be a shade of who you were
For I could not know all of you
No one can, not with anybody
No matter how loved
So I would dream a pale imitation
And so I would kill you
With kindness and longing
I would seal my wounded heart
With a toxic salve
And I would grow to detest
That which I lacked

And so I keep my fragment of you
Not solid memory, not a dream
Just an impression
An after image of your brilliance
I dream of you
I long for you
But I can not think you real.

Posted: Saturday, June 28th, 2014 @ 3:52 pm
Categories: Poems.
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