You, my memory
It is you.
It has always been you.
Then, and now still.
And you will remain
the echo from my past,
the whisper in my heart.
Seems only a heartbeat ago
how ignorant I was,
what a coward you were.
Why weren't you brave enough?
Why didn't I know my own heart?
What cruel punishment
for your cowardice,
for my ignorance.
Reduced to a memory, nothing more.
Only a memory.
It has always been you.
Then, and now still.
And you will remain
the echo from my past,
the whisper in my heart.
Seems only a heartbeat ago
how ignorant I was,
what a coward you were.
Why weren't you brave enough?
Why didn't I know my own heart?
What cruel punishment
for your cowardice,
for my ignorance.
Reduced to a memory, nothing more.
Only a memory.
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| Clarice: | Woensdag, april 15, 2020 14:29 |
| Mooi geschreven, Augustijntje. Sommige herinneringen draag je voor altijd mee. Gts, Clarice | |
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