The Day That Stole My Memory
The day that arrived quietly, gingerly
Chose to become memory of my memories
Parting like it came-- silently, tenderly.
This day was different, unlike any other--
It came with purpose, feelings and passion
Claiming to be my friend and a mentor.
I trusted it completely to snoop around--
Rummaging my brains it simply walked out
Creating a void where my memory was
Robbing my spirit like a thief and a con.
Why would it steal my memory I asked--
Perhaps it heard that sound of a growl:
One that echoes the screams of the past,
And decided to help by making me forget
That I ever loved you or will ever love again.
May 31, 2019
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