Nighttime Memories

Nighttime Memories

Like a rose
memories bloom and
mysteriously die
in the middle of the night
Only new made
memories will revive
the old ones
Momentarily
The old and new fuse
explode and
die separate deaths
I, like old memories
die a living death
in the middle
of the night
with thoughts of you
consuming me
I reach out
but you don’t
give me new life
you only give me
more of my
old life

 
copyrighted by dorothy charles banks