The Memory

 

Another one gone, the circle broken.

I’m waiting for a message never sent.

 

No reply to join the party, silence

On whatsapp, facebook, instagram, twitter 

 

A constant ringing phone

And then a constant buzzing

 

Engaged, engaged, engaged

A busy, busy, busy sound.

 

No Posts. No sound. No posts. No sound.

 

You could’ve told me!

 

I guess it wasn’t planned.

 

Gone!  Vanished forever

 

No more talking, walking, touching

Hugging, singing, clutching. 

 

Just a memory left behind

A story to be told.

………………………………………………………………………………

 

How can I live forever?

Before I lose my mind, my eyes and ears,

And vanish from the circle.

 

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,

Tomorrow; I’ll tell my story.

 

Once again

The bacchanalian festival beckoned.

 

Edinburgh performers sharing in the circle.

 

I worked night & day

Watching the hours trip over each other.

This is my book of memories   

The right words to tell my story

 

This time I’ll go! 

Like 50, 25, 10 years ago.  Last year.

Now. Now. Now!  Now!  Now!  I’m on my way.

 

Before another voice says

“Here’s the memory.”

 

©Christopher 2020  [email protected]       

 

 
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