If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I’d memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
DOWN THE MEMORY LANE
Down the memory lane
I can still remember my favorite game
Without cares and fears of life
With my friends I play without strife
We played and played till we could play no more
Down the memory lane
I could remember my tattered uniforms
Twisted Saturday ------- by Joyceita
Today doesn't sound like Saturday,
It's not the same sound I used to know;
Of musty air and the scorching sun ,
Day dreams of paradise in the moon.
Today doesn't sound like my Saturday,
I see perpetual late comers standing;
"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
Do not stand on my grave and weep,
Those are just stones, it is not me.
I am the thousand memories we shared together.
I am the million stars we stared at night.
I am that smile in your face that will stay forever.
I am that morning joy, that midnight fight.
I am eight lines of a short poem,
And I am the sestet that finishes a love sonnet.
Do not stand on my tomb and cry,
We built some houses with some sticks,
And others built them with some straws.
We ran to houses built with bricks,
Running from a giant paw.
We ran down streets with police cars,
And flew up high with magic coats.
We raced with cars in streets of tar,
And in the sea with Pirate boats.
often i wonder
how far are we willing to go for love?
for the promise that someone--
no matter who it is,
will throw their gaze out in a room full of people
and land on you and you only
every time, always and forever?
it is surprising that the memories of us
Q: what went wrong?
A: i still don't know. we were different in all the ways that mattered.
memories are all i have now
but i can't hang on to memories alone
and stand in the winter of our relationship
oh what is this need
to share all the trivialities
of my life
the words pile needlessly
at the back of my mind
unwilling to go in peace
yet unwilling to be spoken
rich sunset colors
hold memories of the day
scarlets for the rose
purple evokes plums
orange was butterfly noon
lavender calls scents
peach was the fall leaves
yellows for buttercup dawn