Chasing Memories

Treasure my love in the folds of your pocket,

imbibe tranquil memories of feet hitting sand,

float on breathless wind currents as you’re left

with faded reflections and frayed, ripped jeans.

Look for me in passing faces but you won’t find

the missing puzzle piece to TOGETHER AGAIN.

Your longing reveries will lay stake to your heart

in sunlight beaming through windows of our past.

Seagulls cry as you lift our oceans to your soul,

prisms of your eyes mourn empty twisted sheets,

wrapping you snugly in remembered cozy words,

our rich varnished wood of existence once near,

a lingering scent as we walk into spiraled darkness,

a non-existence that hovers within broken pieces.

It won’t matter because I’ll be gone and you’ll be left

CHASING MEMORIES OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.