Can our memories be our tomorrows
Is the future locked in past
when we started was the ending sealed
in winters? overcast

leaving hope the last vestige of minds once demented
while cruel words of spite are now re-invented
remembering promises not yet to be made
while hate bides its time given enough shade.

You were all that I wanted all I needed to be,
my ears for listening, my eyes to see
entangled in turmoil not yet quite re-born
tears like my hair now dried and shorn.

Not born at this moment distance long past
love now replaced with loathing to last
of self, not the subject for that is still certain
darkness enclosing as call the last curtain

Leaving was sorrow searching a shame
when memories fading recalling your name
etched on the walls of my heart for a while
as too the lies in your sacharine smile

Forget me not ever as I will remember
the way of your leaving dubious deceiver
as specks of dust in a sunset may weep
come what you sow you also shall reap.