Nonsensical Stream of Consciousness #1

I'd give you memories after dark

In a silent harmony

Tell you stories that I

Don't remember;

Something's eluding me


When we walked out in the rain

And you remarked: "the weather's fine"

It came crashing down,

All the same;

I retreated while you laughed


We spent the morning in the cafe by the park

The one with oil-painted tea leaves

Curled round the urn

Of his mum's ashes that

He kept in the back

For a rainy day

Like this


Because what he wanted

Was to be with her again

Like I am with you

Though where and when, I don't know how

To make any sense, as the words

Run through my head


Forever after.

The End

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