Memory is persistent.
It grabs and holds with phantom hands,
drawing our attention to details
we missed the first time through.
Maybe it was that girl with the copper curls
who grew up to be your wife.
Maybe it was the iron set to that
lonely boy's jaw
the day before he made his mistakes.
Maybe it was the flowers you were given
the day you graduated,
the way the sunlight caught the
coral pink and carnelian red in the petals.
Memory is persistent.
Maybe you'll always remember
the way her perfume smelled,
the way he hunched up when he lied,
or the sound of your favorite teacher's laugh.
Memory is persistent
and it haunts you,
even when you'd rather forget.
Memory is persistent,
but it's also good at hiding,
especially when it's needed most.
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
