Memento MoriWeep not for me my loved ones dear
I am not dead but sleeping here.
And when you come my grave to see
Prepare thyself to follow me.
and another one which was ironic:
Gone but not forgotten.
It was more than a hundred years old....
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Awkward TurtleI remember one autumn when you and I used to sit everydayAwkward Turtle
against those old trees on that hilltop and just talk about everything.
We talked so much that the leaves turned russet gold and crisp,
and we only realised when they fell and blew into your hair.
I knew peace then.
But now that awkward silence between us won't go away. Yes, I'll always remember when I could believe in your promises:
that memory is carving its initials into my brain.
I'd like to tell you that sometimes I sit under those same trees
and watch the shrivelled leaves twist in the wind
to
by ~Amberous
LibraryThe small of your back hurts from leaning over theLibrary
old words of dead men.
by ~Amberous
I remember whenYou look at the cold dawning of winter from your window; and the sun burns your eyes, already burning from a lack of sleep. You feel old and full of memory.I remember when
You’ve stayed awake thinking about life and how your memories have voices and how you can hear them better at night, whispering.
Because you found out today that some memories
fade softly into silence without your notice.
You’ve stayed awake wondering whether to mourn the loss of things you no longer remember, or to try and find them again.
But so many have fallen silent!
(You can’t re
by ~Amberous
AliveHe stops you in the street and asks If we have met before? and you stare at the face of a dead man and listen in fear to a voice you thought was stilledAlive
forever.
You realise that the brother has the same
gravel in his throat and the same curves to his face.
The rhythm of the heart slows and
the urge to fill your lungs with air is impossible to ignore.
It has been years...
In a brief moment of meaning you’re left
with the vague impression that a dead man
can touch you in places he can no longer reach,
even though a
by ~Amberous
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BreakingOh, that it has come to this. this swirling re-occurring maelstrom, of pain and anguish - that relents only when I sink to sleep.Breaking
Oh, it’s true that I could hardly miss - the acid in your eyes when you looked upon my face that face, where months ago you’d dwell in most complacent contemplation.
How I hate to see you look away, a mask of stony indifference upon your beautiful features, not a hint or clue to what
dwells beneath.
The warmth beneath your liquid eyes has dissipated, the life in conversations we held
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