MendedFences27

Wasted Memories Too

Wasted Memories Too

 

And all that’s left is the dark.

Once there was music in the night

but now we are silenced by the right.

 

It’s done!

 

And all of us will be sad

when every day and every night 

plays songs from you and me.

 

Do not listen!

 

Keep searching for something

but let me know where you are

if you ever need accompaniment.

 

Our time has no harmony.

 

There will be no more performances.

Parting will bring heartache

and surely, it will be raining.

 

There is no treatment.

 

No matter how high they crank

the volume, it will not stir

the remnants of our lost rhythms.

 

Only time can heal the sounds

of this love’s dirty dischord.

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Time can be a great healer Phil.

    Andy

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks Andy, sometimes the only healer.

    • L. B. Mek

      good read
      thanks for sharing

    • Neville


      I'm with you all the way on this one Phil .. bumpy rides R Us and unfortunately .. here to stay ...

      great format, rhythm and flow mate ... makes sense too ... N 🙂



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