- Annette Austin
TO MEMORISE AND DIVIDE
Memory is a treasured tool
one I've come to rely on,
more and more
as time continues to stretch away
On school sports day
I hear my trainers,
pounding on the grass
panting, barely breathing,
feeling the warm glow of youth on my face
Memories come, before floating away
similar to clouds,
forming, then dispersing
changing their shape as they go
My first proper kiss
unaware of how to react,
lips met, fumbling hands
a heart pumping,
faster than my own
Sometimes, I fight with memory
ones I do not want or need
sticking in my head
go, run away,
get away, please
Sometimes memories are like shards of glass
glinting, appearing to be special,
thinking they were great once
they lose their shine over the years
I squeeze onto memories
as they start to fade,
falling over my feet
trying to chase them,
just to replay them once again.
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