~ Memory ~
Age gnaws at life
Without respite
Incessantly; insidiously;
Unnerving in its non–rhythmicity:
Irregular pendulums
Not on clocks
Dump cold milestones:
Another wrinkle;
another grey hair;
Another memory…
I stoked the fire.
A cackling ember broke ranks,
Deluded by escape.
I killed it
As I do a memory.
It’s the pain you see
The memory bears the pain:
It hurts my gut,
my heart,
My eyes…
I up the volume
Let the hi-fi sing
A solemn Herbert Howells
Drowns the memory,
see...
I turn to stoke the fire again,
Staying the blankness.
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