Member Poem

Walking On Your Memory
 
There exists a gap you cannot fill;
the hole in your heart betrays her missing shape.
Her light creeps through still
into the dark, uncertain shade she left behind.
 
She is gone but the space remembers,
and even in those waking moments, ones when you forget,
the ghost of her memory dances on the walls,
her hair still blowing in the wind of a dying storm.
 
That breeze will always blow, however softly.
No matter how you shelter from it, it will find you
and gently claw its way back
to penetrate the cracks of your long-broken heart.
 
Hand-in-hand, her light and shadow will follow you
as an echo of a former life,
foreshadowing the one you still try to lead
but always a few steps behind, walking on your memory.