Here is what, happens in my mind.
adapted, thought and a way to rewind,
Formulaically. Surgically.
a Procedure, a habit if you may,
it has grown from an impulse,
to an archaic archival of sorts,
for all the people,
that I've met,
that I have grown Fond of,
held close to my heart, and had them break it.
made mistakes, made wounds, and learnt to take it.
seen faces, that smile
that cry, that fight, that reconcile,
seen life pass by, in folly and joy,
in a split second, watch it all destroyed,
In the warmth of love, a moment and so many,
in embrace, cuddle, distance and agony,
and here I am, in reminisce,
thinking about it all, touch and kiss,
Taking all these memories .
Put them all in a box, imaginary
Every moment enduring and extraordinary,
I keep inside the box some photos or letter,
Gift wrap it . none the same, none the better,
I put in in an attic inside ma mind.
But,
When i want to dance,
I Open it . I Find,
Sit with it.
Have a peg or two.
unwrap the gift, for its my past,
and you.
Take the pleasure and pain,
Once done, Wrap it again,
for another time, another day, another one to meet,
another moment, to live, and repeat.
Makes sense. ?
ahhh..
it probably does
in my own head.
