Memory (1994) Poem by Patrick Wescott

The memory of you was like a faded dream,
buried underneath the years.
But a voice rises from the past,
and I remember love and fears.

I drank away that memory,
now it returns to sting,
with tears that fell like rain,
in a violent storm of spring.

I can not shake the past,
though I left you behind.
For even now I see your face,
in the thorns of my mind.

I said I loved you
and that I cried.
Swore I'd forget you,
in that I lied.