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THE MEMORY BOOK

Every now and then a certain blog catches my eye, like this one INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN written by David Anthony 

http://davidanthony31.blogspot.co.uk/2015_06_01_archive.html

As I read this I found I liked the narrative-cum-prose as I found it as enchanting as the story itself. It is for that reason I have re-blogged it here on BRILLIANT BLOG SHARE. So please feel free to post this onto your own contacts and spread the love!








When she left me, she left me with this memory book
A collection of happiness clothed in love
I torture myself, and peek at how the memories look,
She said she made it for me, for me to remember us.
It sits in the bottom of my closet,
All covered in dirt and clothes,
And I wish that I could simply disregard it
A simple task it should be, I know.
And yet it stays, in the corner of dark places
The picture of it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe Poem
it was like her "Tell Tale Heart" was in the pages
And I could hear it beating while I'm sleeping alone.
I've managed to throw it in the trash before
Only to see it escape
While scrounging through my closet floor,
I find it back in its space.
How did you get back in here memory book
I swear that I threw you away?
Do the lovelorn sleepwalk through the night,
Longing for the love of yesterday?
I take a trip down memory lane
A wonderfully painful trip
Looking at pictures of happy ghost,
Who haunt me with every page I flip.
Movie ticket stubs and Valentine’s day cards
Filled with words of care,
Anniversary mementos and vacations abroad
Documenting our happy years
When she left me, she left me with our memory book
A cursed gift I now can see,
The beating heart of our little memory book,
Forever haunting me, to never be set free.


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