Scratched Memories

Remember, that old park bench

Sketched with our love memoir

Bearing symbols of our hearts

A relic signed with our names

Though rusted now with time

Our young love still glitters

Under the shadow of choices

That tore our lives asunder

I know you prefer to move on

The spark dead in your eyes

I like to travel back in time

Deep down the memory lane

To contemplate the reason

If those scratched words

Ever had any meaning!

14 comments

  1. One of your best, my good friend! Singularly focused on the old symbols of love you weave a lovely story of love won and lost. Each moment is a wonderful reflection of what we see as the impermanence of the world around us. The form is free and flowing. A quiet narrative of introspection delivered with a ton of emotion. Well written, V!

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