Some slight movement of the bed,
At night,
And I suddenly become alert;
Is it shaking?
Is it an earthquake?
I stop and stare,
But nothing moves anymore;
It might have been an illusive perception,
Or I have caused the movement
Of the bed;
I have never had
These kind of perceptions,
In my head before.
But we have had two earthquakes.
And even though,
The earthquakes have ended.
Memory remains;
Memory never leaves you;
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Comments1
What a great metaphor and such a true thing said in the last two lines. So well said.
Thank you.
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