Memory of You

I wrote this short poem on the late evening of August 12th.

Memory of You

What does not remind me of you?

You make it hard to live.

Yet I cherish all the memories,

For what are we without our memories,

The cute, funny, interesting, beautiful,

Sad yet treasurous memories.

Memories are as real as we want them to be.

I want your memories to linger till doom,

Even if it means labouring through the day.

Signing off, Randy Alstone!

Stay Alstoned!

Of You

I started writing this poem a month or two ago, but on 23rd August I finished it. Here it is.

Of You

In sadness, I write of you,
To console myself.

In victory, I write of you,
To humble myself.

In solitude, I write of you,
To accompany myself.

In chaos, I write of you,
To reclaim myself.

In love, I write of you,
To express myself.

In hate, I write of you,
To exhaust myself.

In life, I write of you,
To live as myself.

In death, I write of you,
To accept my self.

Signing off,
Randy Alstone!

Stay Alstoned Forever!

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So, I wrote something like 3 months ago. Here it is. It is too short for a short poem, I would imagine.

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I don't mind dying,

If the last image in my retina is yours!

Signing Off, Randy Alstone!

Stay Alstoned!