Thursday, April 17, 2014


No preferred melody
comes to mind
Only rare earworms
infest the space
where a tune belongs

I gave up the notion
of favorite songs
when I gave up
the naive ideal
that love would stay

Memory resides instead
where a love once rested
Only the impression left
like detached notes recalled
from a long ago day

But unlike my mind
which feels merely empty
without favored music
my heart is a cripple
forever shaped around its loss

Copyright 2014 Femme Malheureuse
@ApparatusMag #NaPoMo 2014 Prompt 17
Graphic: missteee via Flickr (cropped)

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