“Just a Memory of You”

Sometimes I travel to exotic places in my mind
Just to see a memory of you.
And linger in the depths of a very special time
And remember all the pain you left behind
Like a knife of sunshine cutting through the early morning blinds
Waking to a memory of you

I wander to a tragic place of sympathetic eyes
Just to see a memory of you
Floating in the walls bloodshot doing every line
Staring at the creatures in my mind
The sunshine of reality pours through the morning blinds
Waking to a memory of you

Paul Mize (c) 2018