Scratched Memories

I have build a special place for you and
me.In this secret place away from harm, I have gather all memories I can remember so far.

I tried to keep my thoughts away from pain, sadness and deceptions. Just to keep alive your memory as I saw the rain wash the dust from your grave were I stand.

As the tiers spring from my eyes, I can see a place in an old scratched photographs of a nice warm place away from the heavy cold rain.

I can see your hand, as you walk throw an open field, blooming the flowers with your delicate touch.  So beauty, but with out color and taste.

Laying down watching an eternal sunny day go by and enjoying your company. I couldn't avoid to feel how your memory started losing your warm feeling. I don´t recognize you and even worst, saw you became a ghost.

I tried to hold on to your memory, mixing thoughts, but couldn't ´t hold on to the happy feelings and brought the sand ones. In just few minutes, I saw everything burn to the ground and the wind took the the ashes away.

At the end, I was left with nothing and just with so much loneliness, but I found peace, because you have give me a reason. As I walk away from were your memories lay, I understand that it was time to live again, because throw all this pain, I knew I´m still alive.

Thanks.... R