Remember so not to forget

Photographic memory 📸

Did you know that when I spoke your name it hurt so much I changed it to stop feeling the pain?

Remember when we played that same game, you called me your girl and showed me how to feel shame?

Tequila was your best friend and melted your brain. It’s what made you start to go insane.

That fly over there, hanging on the wall, knew before I could admit I was about to free fall.

Can you see down the pipe to the mud and the muck? What’s that but me, your most favorite piece of ass just to fuck.

She has this flame engulfed and fueled by rage. This girl won’t be contained any longer in her cage.

Did you know I held up this white flag of surrender? A daunting task but someone needs to remember.

Can you hear me down the road that now divides us forever? I’m shouting from my side, across the line that’s been drawn. You think you are so clever.

She listened to my cries and then words that she said, I hushed them to remind her all the tears that I have shed.

She then held my hand, looked me gently in the eye and said, yes and remember all the tears that you have shed.

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Loose ends

One day, you were there and the next, you were just gone

Abandoned and all alone, no one left to call on the phone

Closure was not a word she had ever heard

She walked through her days like a zombie in a haze

Is this how life is supposed to end, suddenly and tragically with no foreseeable way to mend

It hurts like hell that thing called death, taking her down to what feels like her last breath

It’s happening again that familiar heart wrenching rip, like she is losing her grip

She never gets to tie up those loose ends, they all just disappear, leaving inside gapping wounds and that endless fear

Where does she turn to, with unanswered clues, she is left shattered, understanding the fucking blues

Memories flood her to the very soul, questions erupt as they take their toll

What cowards, who up and leave, every last one of you, open wounds seeping through

The wreckage is smeared and scattered all around, dead or alive you are buried under ground

She will create the stories in her mind, putting the puzzle together one piece at a time

There is no decency left to recover, only freedom from the hurt she works to discover

Run away from all you’ve left behind, including the girl who cannot escape your mind

You’ve all done wrong and there’s nowhere left to hide, it’ll catch up to you as you take it all in stride

Loving those of you who slipped quietly away in the dark, on some ordinary day she will be singing like a lark

You never said goodbye, just left her there holding her heart, leaving her to cry

She revisits the stages of grief, lather, rinse, repeat

Unfinished business leaves grief that doesn’t end

Closure is the gift of maturity that brings comfort to a friend

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