These are the Wreck of my Memories

You are the one I have been waiting for

The one real treasure hunted out

A true love longed sought after

But I carry this remorse…

For taking so long to find you

Letters written to others intended for you

Gifts that truly belonged to you   

Remembrances of what I shared with others

Singular moments I wished had been for you

Too have kissed only you as in a storybook.

 

Many things I did for others in your essence

Thinking it was you I was beholding

Wanting only to share my love worthy of you…

These are the wreck of my memories

I suppose I had to travel those backward lands

In order so I could distinguish one book must close

With fresh beginnings of a new book.

Yet, I carry this remorse,

Feelings of having tainted our love

I cheated you out of what was rightfully was yours.

These are the wreck of my memories

Michael Palmer