Edge of the Memory

Suddenly it happens again, perceptions distort
Distance is further
Nearness is closer
And I am on the edge of a memory
that ever eludes me
Hovering, hoping to keep the moment
just long enough to recall
Strangeness descends, like wildfire
so important, so lost
Always failing, relativity returns
With the bittersweet opiate
Of forgetfulness

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Edge of the Memory

  1. rebecca2000 says:

    I love this. I was talking about this to someone a few days ago. Those things that I long to remember I forget, those that I don’t are in there for a lifetime.

  2. So true; beautifully written!!

  3. Nicely penned… and so true ;-)

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