Memory-Theft

Alhiezmers

The thunder came like

God’s bowling pins

Falling

D

O

W

N

To make me think of you

And your face of a clown,

Clapping your hands and pretending you’d always be so free and never drown.

 

The lightning came like

Flashlight midnight dance

Flicking

U

P Right and L

                       E ft

To make me think of you

And how you swore you’d never left,

Waking up from sleep and smiling, saying what a dream, what a memory-theft.

 

Then the rain came

To make me think

Things wished to stay the same,

Though you walk now with a pair of wheels,

And I lie to say I can take how it feels,

As I watch you drown into your mind—

Preferring the life you had

To the storm of memory-theft.

 

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

I love the imagery of the storm and how that ties into everything. It is very cool.