Countless memories plague me

Of things that were and never shall be:

Imaginations, ideas, thoughts, and hopes,

Chained to the wall, oppressed by ropes.

For memories may be hidden or locked always

Within the mind, but I can never erase

The sounds of sobbing sorrow or of lovely laughter,

The words of one who made me feel wanted,

The smell of roses sweetly caressed

Held in my palm against my breast,

The look of eyes turned indifferent hateful and dark

The face of the one who stole my heart.

These within my mind I keep,

Checking the locks before I sleep,

For though I try to forget, it seems,

They always escape into my dreams.