Memories

And then there are those days
When memories wash my heart
Just like the waves washing my foot at the beach

I am me, that I was in the memory

I smile at times I laugh
As I (re)listen to the joke you cracked
I feel the touch, at times I feel the look
As I remember the desire in your eyes

I am the seductress, I am the temptress
As I (re)want you as I did
I am the dreamer, building my castle
As I (re)see the dreams we saw together

I am pensive, I am sad
As I (re)miss you as you go away
I am in tears, I feel dead
As you (re)break my heart into a thousand pieces

And then there are those days
When memories wash my heart
Just like the flames lapping up my body on my pyre.

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