Anamnesis

I remember

You, pale in the light
Dust motes flying
As you flung yourself at me
Like I’m the last living man
It was only then
I realised I was dead
Inside and out
Before I met you

I remember

Standing in your doorway
Barely able to breath
Your arms crushing me
But I didn’t want you
To ever let go
All the while
You’re repeating
Like a mantra

Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you

When it was I
Who should have been giving thanks

I remember

Your tear-wet face
Pressed in my chest
Sobs so thick and heavy
My very soul shook
With resonant sadness
While my ego-laden
Pride-filled stubborn head
Still said I had to go

I remember

Closing the door
Pulling the key from the lock
While you peeked out
From behind a curtain
As sad as you were
You smiled slightly
And my world
Lit up once again

I remember

Like it could have been
Yesterday
Like it might be
Tomorrow
So here’s to yesterdays had
And tomorrows yet to come
The memory of you
Sustains it all
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Reply #1 Top
Good to see you, Maso. It's been too long.

This was beautiful . . . I seriously loved this. Thanks for sharing.
Reply #2 Top
Thanks- this was so beautiful and fragile. Great writing again.

Happy belated birthday, Moskowitz
Reply #3 Top
This was wonderfully written, Mark. Enjoyed it.
Reply #4 Top
San Cho,

Good to see you too, mate. As you know, I've been busy. I don't expect things will change soon either but I'm still trying to get back here as much as I can cause I miss my friends here a lot. Have you seen the photos on the last post I put up. Check 'em out... These are from a little break Toni and I took up north.

I'm glad you liked the poem too, mate. Expect more...

Buddah,

Thanks for the support and for the birthday wishes. I'm slowly but surely joining the ranks of the Old Farts Club but at least I know it happens to all of us

Rose,

Thanks very much to you too. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Say g'day to UdigIt for me, kay?