So many memories are hidden between
The sheets of my soul, the pages of
My life all crumpled up.
Times erased from my memory, times
Forgotten. Sometimes it’s a good thing,
You do it without realizing it, you push
It into that black hole somewhere.
Never to be returned again, except from
Lost segments of thought that takes you
Back there unintentionally.
Confusing you, confusing me.
Times erased, lost.
Good times, sad times.
Emotions and people, gone.
I hate it! I want to remember!
It’s as if a piece of me has gone into
That black hole, a piece that should have
Stayed whole but was torn apart a long
Time ago. Times gone by, erased.
Gone forever? I think not…
Author: Maryke Pretorius