Sunday, June 20, 2021

helpless memories

my memories waited for you.
they were young and hungry,
helpless and alone,
like fishermen calling out in forgotten voices
lost in the tossing sea.

i feel their resignation,
their passion for a better fate.
i taste the salt of the sea,
or maybe a tear, leaving with unspoken regret.

eventually the memories will grow old.
they will fade in the calm waters
as the winds leave to stir other seas.
still, they will wait.


6/20/2021

2 comments:

  1. I think that instead of knitting for the next few days, I will catch up on reading your beautiful thoughts. Love, yer sister. The old one.

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