With eyes tight shut
I turn on my memory.
Open the boxes
I'd closed in my mind.
Trace with my fingers
The lines of your face.
Search through reflections
And try hard to find
The feelings I had
When I first saw you standing.
Arms strong, in the meadow
With dirt at your feet.
But time lumbers on
Anasthetic, and heartless
Erasing your features
The bitter, the sweet
Are all gone, and I feel such a stifling peace
As I open my eyes and give up, find release.
