I'm really beginning to hate memories.
Cropping up at the worst of times
-never the best-
like that time I danced words
with the closest of friends
and the drip drip patter of rain
sudden on the shingles
snapped me back in time
that day you loaned me your hat
wide brimmed to shield me from the wet
and the storm of clouds above
thundered at our togetherness
just as dreams rolled Zeus' voice
your joy of screaming guitar
voice hoarse from lyrical yells
shared with grinning glee
the same damned song that had me
twisting in time on your lap
laughing at your widened eyes
never expected /that/ from me, did you?
and I never expected the unthinkable from you
that phone call sending prickled dread all over
"think of the worst," you said, "and it's probably right"
the worst? impossible - but true...
my closest friend and my heart's captor
betraying me with a kiss
and tangled sheets
and passion's cries
she gave you what I would not, could not
not without betrayal of morals - values - conscience
and so you're gone and I'm alone
with only the myriad memories
of you.
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Written December 3rd, 2004
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Wonderfully expressed, I kinda think I know what you mean about memories, depending what kind they are...For example, I just lost my fav cuz, at age 40, and I miss her so much, I have so many good memories with her, but when I think we can make no more, all I do is cry...
Thanks for sharing you, please pen on, Timothy The Poetic Weaver 
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Wow...
This is a truly excellent write...
I love the way you used almost half thoughts and random thoughts, yet they all fit in together perfectly...and I really like the way that the speaker spoke to someone specific in the poem...direct address or whatever that is called
. I really liked the way you used it anyway...
This poem conveyed a lot of emotions and brought a lot of different images into my mind...not an easy task . Thanks so much for sharing
Cheerios!!!
Meg
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