Your memories came back around, and, I’d taken out Excalibur, swung at them, and, the tip of the sword, barely, damaged any of your memories, as they faded off at the strike of my sword, then, came right back at me again.
not my picture…
Your memories came back around, I don’t know how I’m supposed to be, getting on with life, if I can’t, leave you behind. There are still, ALL of our treks, everywhere I’d gone, as we’d left our permanent markings, painted the whole town.
Your memories came back around, I can’t get rid of them, and, as they’d hit me, I’d, grabbed a handful of pills, to try to, KNOCK ‘em all out, and, it did work, but only, for just, a little while, ‘cuz, they’d all, come back, soon enough…
not my photograph here…
Your memories came back around, how, how can I tell them, that they’re not wanted, that they’d become, unwelcomed guests to my life, and, most of all, how can I, rid myself of them? Perhaps, I should, have that trained professional to perform an EXORCISM!!! Yeah, that, is what I’ll do, and that would be enough, to ward off your memories, like how they’re able to, ward off those, evil spirits……………
Life, the Obstacle Course 