Wednesday, October 19, 2011

You Again




In mid sentence I’m lost.
An echo came suddenly,
I have no idea what
I’m saying, nor where I am.

Like the ghost of past encounters,
You haunt my every move,
When I ought to have left,
The memories in their place.

But do your worst if,
That will let you rest in peace.
Count me out of caring less,
You know that won’t happen.

So I resolve to close,
My mouth and be silent.
No-one needs another fool,
 Crying for a love lost,
Where he should have known it then…