An unguarded moment let a memory unlock a door....
a place we had agreed we wouldn't visit anymore.
In the center of the room a lone rocking chair...
memories swept through me , a chill in the air.
The chair began to rock and a familiar perfume...
I was taken back to a place..me and you.
The softness of your hair,the lips, the touch...
oh how I remember what I miss so much.
Daggers of pain pierce my flesh...
all of this memory I have worked to forget.
The chairs' rocking tempo spins out of control..
the air in the room is uncomfortably cold.
I try to leave and resecure the door...
this memory  must be left...I 'm not  reliving more.
The eyes I swam in , how they turned to coal,
the warming touch that went icy cold.
Those lips that spit those final words...
I spin with these daggers..never healed from the hurt.
The demons that invaded our lives of one,
I could have helped you fight but it was not what you want.
My mind is now on full alert...gather the stength..one final ****.
The door slams shut, I find the lock...
Silence  envelopes me...the chair final stops........
One tiny scratch behind the door..I hear the pain daggers drop to the floor.