Memories Of The Past Poem by John Duffy

I first met you in my childhood
And I can still remember

When I used to look out of that bedroom window
When I was younger
Just thinking about you

My Dianna

I think you already knew
That deep down
I've always known you

Maybe we're starstruck lovers
Who knows

But
My mind even my family and friends
Now that I'm older

Constantly still send me cryptic coded messages
Warning me to always resist

To try to convince me to forget that you even exist

But I always listen to my higher-self
As it knows strands of an ancient greater truth

That still today persists

You injected yourself into my humble existence
In a subtle but quite mischievous way

Stimulating me to look inside and analyze myself more
No matter what other folks may ratify to think or say

What they didn't know though
All their words of unwanted advice

Just expanded some more of my repressed emotions
To but dream even more of us

One day
Swimming together in the Pacific's bluest of oceans

I can't quite comprehend what to deduce of you

Or even to think whenever I smell that familiar old scent of your favourite perfume

As I remember
The last time I saw you a few years ago
When you walked through that door

Dianna

Whenever I hear your name
It just drives me crazy with continuous questions

Thinking if you could have been the one
I once prayed and asked God for

Maybe that's why I'm just blindly drawn
Like a moth to a burning flame

For you always were so striking compared to so many others

Did you know
An old recently deciphered occult truth

Found hidden deep inside a centuries-old Azerbaijan cave

In a scroll

Simply stated
when translated from Aramaic

Love is like a huge red blanket
For when it covers you

Your four most primitive of emotions

Happiness sadness fear and anger
Can feel totally smothered
With only brief bouts of feeling tranquil

Maybe that's really how I feel

Laying here
Thinking about you and wondering

Was our love ever real?

Copyright John Duffy