3 October 2012
He was standing there Waiting for the green man The green man arrived But his stride just never began
People pointed but he never did notice His stare fixed straight down at the road He was barged but his gaze never broken He froze solid with angry sorrow
This was the road he crossed to go see her Over there was the bench they would meet A few yards later,the flat they first kissed The memories fresh like a newly washed sheet
He started shaking Recalling the things that she said His fists clenched And his images all filtered red
After the anger completely evaporated The sorrow still fully remained The fists became fingers pointed downward And his feet became movable again
It's been done now The first times the hardest It was painful But the next time will hurt less
Walking Through Memories • Opuss № I