16/05/2014

The darkest hour
       Fear
       Such as never known before
       Seeping into the veins
       Gaseous; poison blue
       The silent suffocation

...

I remember a memory that was yours

A pencil drawn sketch from your everyday
Upon a notebook sheet we flipped through

A monochrome stich in the tapestry
Of long-winding talks woven into the nights

And that is where I remember you now
Inside a memory
Tossed over to me