Michellia Wilson
Poetry Half Marathon – Hour 3 of 12

A MEMORY TURNED

My spirit moves in a away,
A light wind carries
me to another time –
that time you grabbed me
by the waist and with your impish smile,
we made memories
important only to us;

Time can be brutal –
so many things happened
to turn the memories putrid,
and now that you are gone,
I let my spirit move in a away,
to yet another time –
when you relinquished us,
and my spirit moved into darkness,
swirling with the darkness
of my nature,
and the light wind died
with you,
carrying me to another place,
another time.