Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Anniversary.

I wonder, do you remember
this year, when it doesn't matter?

Do the memories wait, like a cask forgotten,
buried ripe with promises' putrescence.

Age's fermentation, unlike good wine,
married to bitterness I still taste

swallowed in the drink laced with failure,
brewed at home...


  1. I was just thinking the other day that it has been one year. I did remember and thought of you and the extra baggage that you carry for someone so young. Let the memories rot like leftovers on a compost pile: soon to be turned back into something good and useful, of the earth. We all grow from our life experiences and you have grown in many ways, all good.
    Journey on and don't forget to wear red :-)