Beginnings of an End Sorrow at the days I’ve walked by I find myself missing those of whom Are slowly being erased from my memory Just to prove to me, that the past is past And I am past that last. The pain I feel as I wash away their faces Of those of whom I knew, soon to not, Is bearable, but terrible, I cannot stand it I want to shout, but nobody would hear They are all down there in the drain To busy being swept away by my rain. 5/16/21 – Andy McRae
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Erasable Lines
Erasable Lines In the dark of light I struggle with those Those of whom I cannot find Lost in space I search for days Looking to reclaim Anything of the lost Anything of their face Vague recollections Dim reflections Losing colors Shapes and lines Is this all I can find The inkblots in my mind When all is lost To the winds of time Erode away all But those seared Painful memories Long gone by Am I fine When everyone is gone All faded from my mind Faces no longer mine As they fade Dark becomes light Erasable lines 9/13/20 – Andy McRae
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