Fresh
Memories that we must share
We were both there
So close
When we were skin to skin
Our hands wrapped
But you slept
A vein evidenced
Your sleep and trust
Your skin woke up
Crinkled by the sheets
But itís the same
Fresh
Memories only good
Because there are so few
When new ones come
And some will be heavy
Will they scream
Over the happy?
How many bad
To replace the good
one on one
five to ten
the beginning is a beginning
empty of disillusions
the beginning of a beginning
is always a start
of the end
please just tell me
that im wrong
as usual
and smile












© April 07 - 2005 by Douwe Monsma