Treasure Island

Philip Lore

(Jersey City New Jersey)

My Memory Seems To Fade In Iraq


Memories seem to fade,
Memories fading away,
Memories of your love,
Memories of a hug.

Memories of your deep blue eyes,
Memories of star filled skies.
Memories of your kiss,
Memories of true bliss.

Memories that you'll find,
Memories I left behind.
Memories of you and me,
Memories of the old apple tree.

Memories of your smile,
Memories I want to hide.
Memories of firefights,
Memories of those who died.

Memories with no emotion,
Memories of your devotion.
Memories that sometimes sting,
Memories of our wedding rings.

Memories hung out on a vine,
Memories of good red wine.
Memories that you built,
Memories of guilt.

Memories of my fears,
Memories of tears.
Memories in my heart,
Memories that tear me apart.

Memories of today,
Memories that drift away.
Memories deep inside,
Memories I want to hide.

Memories of a crackling fire,
Memories of desire.
Memories of this war.
Memories I want no more.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, January 28, 2009

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