Dear Memory

I remember us: so tall with life; and pain soared; and we cried
Love; but love was so grey; and grey was our love; and we
Perished grey; and we died love. If only love, a moral bond:
If only love the wings of light; but love bathed in mud; and

Mug smothered love; and love was held hostage; and
Neighbor’s pleaded such love. Our ride was filth: the filth of
Love; and filth was life; and life was filth; and tear to bone;
And bone to tear; and filthy tears; and filthy love. We perished

Life; and perished lies; and seared the soul; and mourned the
Love; for grey was sore; and sore was grey; and hell was life;
And hell was love. The ditch was dug; and love was death;
And death was love; and pain was kept; and silent tugs; and
Vocal scars; and calls of lust; and mental bars; but hell was
Love; and love was death; and wrong was right; and pain was kef.