Last year’s memory

In my mind like candle flicker,
a memory burns low, yet still alive.
Holding on through the frost so bitter,
reminding us all how to survive.

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Professional forgetter

Wiped clean, like a smear on a window.
The fuzzy snow descended, hastening a lie.
Trying to forget me.
A twist and turn of those events, chalked up now in time.
Lay me down.
Wipe me out.
Hurrying the thoughts of the forgetful, the anger of the deceitful.
What deception is there? What transparency was muddied?
You stick your dirty finger into the crystal stream of us and shake.
Shaking it like a teacher to a child.
Colour inside. Stay out of the rain.
That wasn’t what I mean.
You stick to the treacled words and fly paper underneath.
Swatting the truths that appear like clouds.
Whispering such revelation.
Threatening to collapse it all undone.
Erase this now, box up those moments we shared.
The heart you held within those dirty hands.
Forget the unforgettable.

Second sight

Going towards the resolve, the 20/20 equalling something higher.
A Fissure in my memory, wraps around the stillness.
Allowing the world to hum and clatter around me now in its chaotic busyness.
Your X-rays burn through, avoiding the heart and preventing the cancer.
My realness drifts up towards you, and you cherish it all; pulling it close.
We are everything.
This blindness no longer fits me, like all of these clothes.
Swimming in ignorance makes me long for bliss.
Thank god for you. Your bones and skin, and where you walk.
Where you breathe is where I take a picture.
You heart I steal as a souvenir.
Still like the frosted birds and the rocks we climbed upon.
The sand where we walk.
Refracting in your presence, seeing your glory in my second sight.
Your cat eyes shimmer, as I count your nine lives and try to keep up.