Ralph Acosta

Rookie (November 27th 1988 / Bronx, Ny)

My Memory - Poem by Ralph Acosta

Her brown & black, brown & black eyes,
Are just a memory.
One in which is trapped
In the deep depths of my mind.

I want to let go
Then I come close
But I see
The memory...

The song on the radio...
The pictures in the box...
The words she spoke...
The sound of her voice...

... All part of the memory.

I want to let go
just as I come close
I see as clear as day
The memory...

Of the smiles and the laughs...
Of the happiness and joy...
Of the sunshine and the stars...
Of our love and the untouched kisses...
All part of the memory

I want to let go
Even though I come close
I still remember
The memory...

The first 'Hello'
Our first date
Love's first kiss
I thought we had years
But now I know
It was all a lie, a joke,
A meaningless experiment.

Now here I lay
Awake in the night
Wondering when the
Pain and suffering of heartache
Will come to an end.

I want to let go
Oh, so close
Although so far
Why can't I forget
The memory...

The memory...
The memory...
The memory...

I want to forget...
that memory.
I want to let go...
Of that memory.

My Memory.


Comments about My Memory by Ralph Acosta

  • Rookie - 68 Points Izobelle Pulgo (5/20/2008 12:31:00 PM)

    love the poem. sad but its good. hope you're over her by now. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mackenzie Scholte (5/20/2008 12:00:00 PM)

    memories will never fade, but eventually you learn to cherish them. really great write! thanks for sharing with everyone! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2008

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