Streets

     

I confess, I walked these streets

today,

and something inside me called

your name, and I pushed all my gentle

memories away, like they did not stab

at me.

    

And I watched all the diamonds fold and seem

to sparkle

in their lights of tomorrow,

and I could not deny any rubies of

sorrows, they dragged up

from my reflecting soul.

     

All told, I wanted

to stop

and rewind,

to say all the things that once

upon a time, hours ate

whilst I let them go by.

     

May sun in a cold, clear sky, was enough,

just enough, to remind me to breathe,

but it was not nearly enough

to deceive,

or blind,

yesterday,

from my heart’s recall.

    

So I confess, I walked these streets today,

 - wholly unforgotten again -

and I gladly remembered it all.