Part 4 — Memories I see

Memories I see

The memories I see
Are only dreams
A sad story
One that couldn’t happen
The events rip at my heart
For that poor little girl

That little girl who was
Scared
Angry
lonely

I look at the woman
She has become
Unreal to her is the past

But when she closes her eyes
She can see the little girl

She feels the confusion
Feels the pain
Feels the fear
She opens her eyes

Wishing none of it was real.

(c) Shannon Del Fiorentino 1994

shannon_delfiorentino@qm2.sri.com

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