Memories and Tears

My memories are tears; I have to cry
I didn’t say I want to, but I must
I want to stay in bed, don’t want to try
a life that’s full of things that I can’t trust.
I lost my wife and son; they live back east
I lost the other loves with whom I’d share
I taste my tears, my memories: a feast
of rancid food and sweetness, both are there
I know it isn’t normal, how I feel
I know it’s not forever, but today
my tears are all my memories, they’re real
I’d be a fool to wipe them all away.
I’ll cry as I remember all I’ve lost
With memories and tears I’ll pay the cost.

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