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“For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery”
― Munia Khan

“Dagger of Love: Long and Distant Memories)
c. 2016

The dagger of love sticks deep in me,
Of loves lost; waves of memory I dimly see,
(Of loving a man so much that she is a goddess to thee).
Grasp for the dagger from my fevered mind,
And pluck the memories like roses to find.
Shadows fleet and so does she,
I embrace nothing; a handful of memory I barely see,
We both come to a room where we could both meet,
And tell each other ‘I love you’ as our grips do fleet.
Memories are two-edged so I must go,
Recollections in a corner forgotten; where silence does grow.
They must go and so do I,
The corners forgotten in my mind.
Their we wait for silence to grow, and she says goodbye and it is so.
For I must rhyme to tell the day,
First of autumn cold, windy and gray.
Farewell my love on another forgotten day,
(May eternity reunite us that we may love on our way).”
― Douglas Laurent