Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Smoke On The Wind

How can a memory be so hard to take?

So hard to take that you can’t remember

So hard to remember that you can’t take it

How can a memory be so forgotten?

So buried under layers of life

So lifeless yet burning away

How can a memory be so elusive?

So untraceable you don’t know where to start

So puzzling without all the parts

And why are some memories so frightful

And others so delightful

Some are imprinted so we never forget

Some are like smoke on the wind

So promise me the memory is there

That I can search and destroy it’s hold

But through all the layers of me

It’s so hard to see it

Yet I feel the memory burning

I smell the smoke on the wind

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