The halls of memory

This piece was written after a bad break up and illustrates my relationship with my ex. I hope it offers some comfort who are going through something similar.

The halls of memory

 

I walk backward through the halls of memory and I find this one connecting thread, sweet moments stolen with my perfect muse writing sonnets from our bed, now that there's just me and you, my pen and I, our muse so unfairly fled, I hear the whispers of dark misery calling me in my rest, insidious in His dark design clawing at my mind, but there they are nonetheless sheltered in my head, sweet moments stolen in time that lend flow to my craft, beauty to my world. I live for art now I whispered back with my memories as my blood and this flickering pen as my beating heart, I live to paint pictures with these words, and He wonders at my reasons. Loneliness..he starts, nay my brother, my memory I have for comfort and my art for motivation, I breathe, I write and with that I've found some hope.