The Life of Memories, and Memories of Life

I can see the past more clearly now See how it’s fitted, or ought to have been. Classical piano, tears, rebellion; Schoolyard bullies, kisses, bravado. Now: this feeling in the pit of of my stomach At how untouchable it is… If I’m too careful, I see the jumping and frolicking falling away, My face hardening: … Continue reading The Life of Memories, and Memories of Life