Memories

Memories in six parts


One.

The window was
seemingly wet.

Tears discharged themselves
as memories rummaged through my


innermost heart.




Two.

As the sun arose from its darkened cemetary,
I saw the silhouettes of the trees


in the shape of your bones.




Three.

The grandfather clock struck ten times
in the dimmer part of the day,

I was reminded of
those special moments



of your voice.




Four.

As i squeezed through the bustling streets of the night,
The lights were still bright,
people continued their neverending journey towards stalls.
i turned and paused.


I thought I had seen your face in the crowd.






Five.

Period.




Six.

What are they? I asked.
Memories. I replied.



Are they real?
I shrugged.



Will they return?
Maybe. I said.