Memory breathes

And its breath feels like a fire

Roaring to life in my soul.

Memory whispers

And its voice tickles softly

Like a summer breeze on the back of my neck.

Memory struggles

And it screams, demands to be heard

Rattling the bars of its cage.

Memory smiles

And it melts my sorrowed heart

As I swoon into its waiting arms.

Memory creeps

And its footsteps are silent

Tiptoeing across the back of my mind.

Memory lies

And its promises are messages in bottles

Lost to the great oceans of time.

Still, I hang onto its words

Praying, begging

And then I realize

I can’t seem

to let memory

go.