(I’ve written to the original song.  And now, I have been moved to write to its reprise.  Day 71…)

Tried to hide feelings, but they just kept leaking…

I write poems to you.
Poems in invisible ink
The words are there
Not quite in spirit
Because I don’t need to be revisited by ghosts of kisses past
It’s better when we’re resting
In peace.

Out of life
Out of mind
But the mind keeps birthing memories of the dead and forgotten
Replenishing cells killed off by time
And pettiness
And ego.

While it keeps rebuilding itself
It traps thoughts of you in imprisonment
There is freedom in amnesia
Remembrance can place me behind bars
Bars that you can’t see
But they’re there.