Doldrums II

Each memory seems tainted

by every passing moment.

The manner of each

movement serves to heighten

the mathematical madness that

making everything simple is

marred by one simple

problem: me and you.


It never passed beyond

a certain stage, I

know. We tried but

always something would get

in the way, like

mental obstacles in real

world time. But we

persevered and eventually made

it work. But now

that grace has shrivelled

up and all our

reserves are used up.


Perhaps the memory is

flawed. Maybe it’s time

itself manoeuvring to showcase

the last magnificence that

marks our unity with

mortified amazement, false and

yet memorable beyond measure?


And as each shadow

swims upon the next,

as each glistening shivers

and tickles the sense,

a sadness overcomes to

mar this brief excursion

into what has been

a most pleasurable event.


© 2017 L. Tafa





Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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