Memories Past

Alone left to your thoughts
You attempt to fight it,
The cold wind of memory
That laments in the winter dusk
Surrounds you, binds you,

You search your mind
In frantic desperation,
To find those memories so dear
That you seem to have lost
All to forget past sorrow...

With each passing second
Your panic rises and joins the cold
In it's assail on your heart
You thought you wouldn't have to face it,

The memory of the love
That as a rose in the winter frost,
Bitter and cold, faded and died,
To become but a mere memory,

A secret that only you remember
A hope that faded and died
Killed by the cold, still it lives
In your memory, and haunts your dreams.

~jesouris