in a sense your memory is happier
than any of those makeup smiles
and any of those powder kisses
and any of those summer dreams

your image alone escaped the shade of time
a promise that was only mine to break
to keep and never offer up
this life was never yours to throw away

and in a way that memory is happy
in being simply that, a silent static
in never getting up or moving on
in ode to all the conquests that you lost

within one endless day i could have shown you
within one battered grin you too could see
death is both the cost and price of living
that life, alone, may never set you free

i would have woken up, for nothing else
to watch your modest footsteps through the mud
the same steps i have traced back ever since
they lead me nowhere, though i have a path

great writing!!

welcome to mingle!!

hi and welcome

Wow, thanks. Thank you for the welcome.

Great write.

Gee, thank you. This supportive environment might make me feel too happy to write poetry. Joking, of course.

Hello and thank you for the welcome.

You're welcome.

I'm the same way actually, I have to be miserable to write poetry, glad to know I'm not the only one.

very creative title and such a ficticious world we live in trying to fit an image that hath been set before us, I enjoyed the emotion in this and the hope the writer provides to those in need, sadly few will grasp the extended hand.

Welcome to the site, I really like this one....almost too abstract because it is so personal. Great Write

nicely done

adds a different and welcomed voice to our little corner of the world.