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written by: TM DiSarro



I awoke in the evening
To find it was morning
I should have just stayed
In my bed
For I can’t keep track
Of the life that I’m living
And all of the thoughts
In my head
The years fade in quickly
And out just as fast
As memories get lost
In the waves
And ghosts cloud my vision
In these scattered photos
Like images sent
From the grave
It seems life has ended
Before it began
With nothing to show
But this room
I’m sitting in shadows
While watching the walls
As if I’m in some kind of tomb
I hold up a picture
And squint at a face
Of someone I knew years ago
His name it escapes me
But somehow he makes me
Remember some place
We would go
I married a prince
Who was really a beggar
But that didn’t matter to me
His eyes were like emeralds
And his hair was like starlight
With big dreams as wide
As the sea
When I was a young girl
I had a shy boyfriend
Who whispered sweet things
In my ears
And now I still see him
His voice like an angel
Although he’s been dead
Sixty years
It seems life is over
Before it's begun
With millions of questions to ask
And if all these questions
Reduce down to one
This above all would be last:
Where is the love of my life
Gone away to?
It’s such a mystery to me
I see him in moments
Of tender divide
Between the blue sky
And the sea
He kisses me gently
And puts me to bed
And holds my small hand
As I scream
He wanders through
Deep in my head
Then meets me in
Heavenly dreams


©2017 TM DiSarro/MindScapesPublishing


From the collection: THE MEMORY THIEF

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
TM DiSarro

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