Sans Memory

I capture those glances of your in my heart.

The steady rhythm of your words as they call;

As they call my name and address me as yours.

Through the towering feelings,

as of residing on cloud nine.

I wish that your happiness never subsides.

As the clock ticks and does its round,

the moments bygone slips through palms.

Floats in air like ashes of charred logs.

Fleeing away like detached and dry leaves.

Rustling and revolting the natures sound.

Clash through the ticking hours, 

it happened with me.

A touch of heaven that i perceived.

I have lost all with the tragedy.

I am done with the past. 

And all that i am left with, 

are new beginnings to create.

I have let past go like sand caught in hand,

though it was not as i had planned.

But all i am left with are broken thoughts.

No links and bends, 

just fractal i glimpse in broken chords.

Yes i am sans memory.

And have forgotten with whom i was,

and who called my name, 

and told me that i belonged with them.

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