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.
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