Words that once burst with colour
At the height of our sunlight blaze,
Turn grey in my mouth
As my head bends south;
The letters blur and haze.
Memories lose their edge.
Flashbacks come and go.
Photos curl and fade.
Pages scatter and tear.
Time will find the cracks,
Seep through to chill the bone.
A steady drip,
A tear,
An inky river,
A stream to my fear.
Frantic I am to remember;
Futile my attempts remain.
A memory lost
in an ocean's despair.
Today I may remember,
You will not be there.
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