Thru My Window ~ photo by Patrice

Memories, memories 
Running thru my head 
Memories that I wish would remain dead
Memories, memories come flooding in 
Full of heartache and chagrin 
Up they come from somewhere 
Somewhere profane laughing 
Chiding me of what has been 
Memories, memories sometimes 
Not the best of history that could 
Or would have been 
Memories, memories that should 
Not have been. 

Memories, memories wash them away 
With happy thoughts of yesterday 
Memories, memories. 
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013