Monday, September 28, 2015

Packing Bags

I thought you were gone
Every trace of you forgotten
I thought I had extinguished
All your bits & pieces
Your roots & your pollen

But you're still here.
You still haunt my memory's photographs.
You still manage to put smiles on my face.
And I can still hear your giggles & laughs.

I am angry about that truth.