Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Days

As the days go by, I know that
I will remember some of them in their passing.
If only I could choose the ones to remember,
put them on a spike and keep them safe
so I can revisit them with a smile,
while I throw away the rest.
Watch them blow away
in the wind,
uncared for 
these days.
But I can’t.
They’re self selecting,
those memories of
my passed days.
Looking back,
it’s the ones
they chose
themselves
that I remember
and I wonder if they 
will spike my choices
all my days. 



First published in Light Journal June Summer issue - Solitude

http://www.light-journal.com/so/fLna04ek…

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