Recalling Moments

Moments flash like blinking eyes

the past brought to light.

I can see the moments I let slip by

or simply denied all the same.

Mostly they were words left hanging

echoing in the air.

But the feelings still attached to them

are part of who I am now.

I remember phone calls with secrets told

with fear and trepidation.

But the fear was cradled in words that would

manipulate response.

I remember the car ride through the desert

the pain, the fear, the guilt.

I remember that was the day I knew

I could never show you those things.

I remember being so afraid

of roads I’d never been down.

And remember being so disappointed

that I was walking down them alone.

I remember hearing language

words that cut and stung.

And saying to myself, as long as,

they are never directed at me.

 I remember taking my values

 and dashing them upon the rocks.

Because I knew they would never matter to you

another death of me.

So many things remembered now

the words are screaming out loud.

Things I should have said and should have done

are only memories now.

In homage to the things that died

I write these words on this page.

And pin them to the walls of this room

to never be silenced again.

 

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