Memory

My mind at times, spins like the barrel of a powerful gun,
It's triggered

Words whisper to the walls in my mind, doors creakingly opened to it's hidden secrets
It's Unlocked

These words seeping, trickling towards my pen,
Inked to these healing pages
I wrote

I reach out to the silhouette of you, a figment of my memory
A ghost

write up:

The one I love, my white dove, I will always be reaching for you, I will always need your touch

#memories #you #love