Another Memory Poem by simona galimberti

What more can be?
Doubt and mistrust hazed over my eyes.
The bruises and cuts disappear
a coldness covers all my senses
a mere memory remains
written in these stanzas.

Forgive and forget? A fool's folly
not even worth the consideration.
Dissapate, world's apart
the intensity of a once-upon-a-time storyline.
A mere memory remains
not even show of a pleaded, coincidental sign.

The injustice of such conclusion
there is no anticipation or plan
no aisle, no altar, or possible realisation
no brood, no lineage or fairytale ending.
A mere memory remains
fantasies dubious in protecting.

Wrath and rash
these unclaimed emotions who have walked along.
Can't you see it is he?
with flowing cheap vintage and smoky poison.
A mere memory remains
by action and behaviour it was chosen.

The instinct, as clear as fogged glass
The mind, as coherent as a dead man's bluff
this void of solitude and transform
This heart, as a conman in his best disguise
the one memory that chooses to remain
is my reflection in his crystal clear blue eyes.