Memories

Rivets upon rivets of memories – both dark and light

Make up the many facets of years of friendship

Some rivets barely scratch the superficial surface

Whilst others deeply at the soul do tear and rip.

It’s a cycle of unknown love, courage, greed, and hate

That makes most kinships bind and break

If we could, we would oft’ make it halt

Before it took more at such a high stake.

Eyes burn, souls yearn, and hearts are broken

Yet we still revolve in the same continuous design

Minute to minute, time after time, and year after year

Waiting for something to repair the spirit that’s declined.

It’s so very easy to say something and think it’s meant

While all the while, there are thoughts running at random

Thoughts that don’t coincide with kindness or what’s said

But instead leave us all alone and feeling quite abandoned.

Seeing reflections of days and nights long past

In an old, cracked mirror that reflects much and nothing all in one

Knowing that some reflections cut so very deeply

While other reflections are burnished in the ever shining sun.

All in all, time tells a long story worth the wait amidst life

And the reflections are closely kept within despite their seedbed

And time continues to revolve despite any of the markings

And the rivets, both small and large, remain with us even long after we are dead.