speak to me of summers past when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet with long grasping fingers as we ran through the night quicksilver
Tag: memory
Ephemeral
I am but a wanderer passing through slivers of place of time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like late summer berries like seed pods
Secret Lives of Girls
memories of summer nights sky midnight silk studded with diamonds my heart beating fast with you sitting next to me on a scratchy plaid blanket
Loss is an Ocean
I stand on the shore of an ocean named loss my eyes always drawn to the horizon scanning encroaching fog for the outlines of those
Mementos
I keep you in a basket at the foot of my bed that I can grab quickly in case of fire or other emergency you
Nautilus
I travel a spiral path bare feet sinking deep into soft warm sand circles twisting ever tighter as I navigate this nautilus walls curved and
Arrow
memory’s titanium tipped arrow penetrated my defenses embedded deep woke the past I keep behind tightly locked doors leaving me shaken and stirred saltwater trails tracing
Love’s Labors Lost – Christine E. Ray
she had moved many times in her life not unexpectedly some belongings became lost were left behind inadvertently or on purpose when they caused her
