You held my hand in yours
During those lonely times.
I looked up and I saw
Your smiling face.
My heart embraced a dream
During those lonely times.
I looked inside myself…
There you and I were.
I woke up from my dream.
You were nowhere to be seen.
And now, vague memories of you
Are all I own.
I am lost.
Confused and all alone.
Where are you?
The warmth I felt is gone.
Gone from me,
My dreams and my hope.
Lost in despair,
Vague memories are all I own.
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I actually wrote this on 2007-06-21, and I didn't write this about myself. I guess I read the Wikipedia articles on psychosis and amnesia and got to daydreaming some time beforehand...
Oooohhh... That struck a chord. I love those first stanzas, how you repeat that line "During those lonely times.". Empahsizing that lonelyness really makes you feel the sadness and confusion behind this "Vague Memory".
I would say its powerful... But its not... On the contrary, its more like powerless. Just to have that warm feeling snatched away only to realize it was only a recollection of what was. I know that feeling all to well. Very moving piece of writing you have here. Kudos.
... Not Ever Again...
abby724 (Dec 22, 2007)
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