My memories escape my brain
invading my surroundings
I can remember what remains
of thousands of ventures
however incomplete they are alluring anyway
do you remember too, and will you listen?
Will you stay?
Do you remember afternoons
with ice cream cones in hand?
Do you remember later on
the lights under which we danced?
Do you remember early morns
rushing out of bed?
And do you remember, later on
time suddenly rushed ahead?
My memories cannot be locked
away inside a shrine
somewhere behind my eyesockets
and far less can you wean
me off all their alluring imagery
for they’re all that’s left of happiness
with you – a fantasy.