Memory is a haunting place, ghosts and spectres
walking its dark misted halls
memories of your touch and your smile
your laugh and your promises
the look in your eyes when you pledged your love
Memory is a place of reverie until the
icy solidity of reality seeps through the cracks
and drowns the dream and momentary delusion
in the raging tsunami of destructive chill
touch gone and turned to stone
Memory is a lie, an imagining of those things
that may only have ever been in my mind
a fantasy you partook of with no intention
Beyond a moment, and in your gaze
was there ever what I imagined or was
it just your cold blue eyes?

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