Old Memories, Prosery

It seems I only ruminate over you in the darkness after I’ve awakened from an unsettling slumber. I’m never sure if what I’ve experienced is a dream or a nightmare.

But one thing is for sure. You belong to the night, tucked away inside the part of me that lives in my memories from long ago. What we once shared is long gone.

Yet, your arrival is like a cloud blocking the sunlight from a blue sky.

“Why are you here?” I ask the darkness.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers.

“This year’s a different thing—I’ll not think of you,” I answer.

The glare of the light floods the room. A nurse stands beside me.

“Here you are, my dear. Let’s get you back to sleep.”

I take the meds and close my eyes…

But he’s still there in the shadows.

Merril’s at dVerse, the Poet’s Pub.


“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”

from Charlotte Mew, “I so liked Spring”

Photo by Pexels User on Pexels.com

51 thoughts on “Old Memories, Prosery”

Comments are closed.