Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Memories

I have nothing
to remember you by;
no pictures
no words
no keepsakes.

Everyday is
a betrayal of memory;
Every smile
a treachery
that pushes pain
further away;

Every sunlit day
Every joy
Every happiness
is nothing but treason.

I smile.
I watch the moonbeams dance
on the sometimes silent
never calm
lake of my mind.

I live