Sometimes you visit, surreal, yet explicit
Rushing through years that no longer exist
Sometimes you hover like a far-off lover
Leaving the sense of something I have missed
Sometimes you take me in your arms and wake me
To the awareness of what used to be
Sometimes you leave then oh, how you grieve me
That I should lose such a dear memory
Sometimes you hold me and sometimes you scold me
Sometimes I would set you free if I could
I cannot hate you, though oh, I berate you
As you afflict and caress; virile flood
Sometimes elation turns into vexation
Realization is a two-edged knife
Sometimes you find me simply to remind
How swift these memories become a life
© Janet Martin
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