Last Nights' Memory.

One step forward, twelve
steps back,
Moments away, empty,
altogether off track,

Grasping again after
last nights' memory,
Please don't become
another member of that
repository,

Comings and goings and
so many more,
Bore a hole so deep that
the soul has become
sore,

Please, God, no more...

Just to see that face
again,
To caress, to feel,
secure within,

To be someone to
someone,
Hand in hand, to
remain as one,

No more listing
aimless in uncertainty,
No more holding to
last nights' memory,

Just the moment, right
now,
Embrace, entwine,
smiling, new, yet
familiar somehow...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
10/16/2013