I wish I could gather my superfluous memories
and wrap them in your faded silken promises
and your delicately whispered lies
I wish I could carry them down to the river
and watch them slowly drown
but how do I discard the remnants of something
that once meant everything to me?
it would be like convincing the moon
that the tides no longer need her
or telling the winter trees
that spring has become superfluous
because their blossoms have already fallen
but now I know that I was just an extra verse
in a song that you never intended to finish
©Ann Bagnall
