The Memory Haven
It's strange how many things
Remind me of you.
Especially inside the Memory Haven.
The cold hard gray walls,
Like your cold, selfish heart,
Only wanting what was best for you.
The fresh mint plants,
Like the cologne you used to wear.
The dirty snow,
Like your dirty, self absorbed mind.
The wild, dark sea,
Like your spirited indigo eyes.
The brown, sticky mud,
Like your clingieness and lies.
And the bright purple lilac bush,
Where we sat and exchanged our love.
No matter where I run
Or how tired
I become,
I can never escape,
Never get away,
From the bittersweet Memory Haven.
Its strange how many things,
Remind me of you.
Especially in the Haven of my Memories.
