the memory
I no longer trust my memories.
They have grown too kind.
What once caused pain
has taken on soft edges.
What I should have forgotten
still remains.
Like a solitary tree
in a place
no one visits anymore.
I no longer trust my memories.
They have grown too kind.
What once caused pain
has taken on soft edges.
What I should have forgotten
still remains.
Like a solitary tree
in a place
no one visits anymore.