I used to sit upon your lap my Darling,
have you forgotten the feel of my skin?
likened to a log which slumbers in the stillness of the woods;
there you lies, for ages.
there you lies, for ages.
time has consumed the burning light and darkness starts to part the waters that binds us.
you forgot i was beside you watching.
You forgot the color of my dress which i wore when we took a promenade along the shore.
You forgot my favorite scent and you thought it was the breeze waking you up in the dawning.
when i sat down in front of you while you were reading the morning paper, you forgot i was there staring at you.
How much does remembering cost one to walk an extra mile away from redundancy of forgetting things?
The circles dance spinning my mind, my soul abhors it.
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