Her brown & black, brown & black eyes, <br />Are just a memory. <br />One in which is trapped <br />In the deep depths of my mind. <br /> <br />I want to let go <br />Then I come close <br />But I see <br />The memory... <br /> <br />The song on the radio... <br />The pictures in the box... <br />The words she spoke... <br />The sound of her voice... <br /> <br />... All part of the memory. <br /> <br />I want to let go <br />just as I come close <br />I see as clear as day <br />The memory... <br /> <br />Of the smiles and the laughs... <br />Of the happiness and joy... <br />Of the sunshine and the stars... <br />Of our love and the untouched kisses... <br />All part of the memory <br /> <br />I want to let go <br />Even though I come close <br />I still remember <br />The memory... <br /> <br />The first 'Hello' <br />Our first date <br />Love's first kiss <br />I thought we had years <br />But now I know <br />It was all a lie, a joke, <br />A meaningless experiment. <br /> <br />Now here I lay <br />Awake in the night <br />Wondering when the <br />Pain and suffering of heartache <br />Will come to an end. <br /> <br />I want to let go <br />Oh, so close <br />Although so far <br />Why can't I forget <br />The memory... <br /> <br />The memory... <br />The memory... <br />The memory... <br /> <br />I want to forget... <br />that memory. <br />I want to let go... <br />Of that memory. <br /> <br />My Memory. <br /> <br />Febuary,14,2007<br /><br />Ralph Acosta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-memory-5/
