Pages turn to ashes,
Words sink into the lashes.
I remember every phrase,
Every break and empty space.
The feeling lingers
Like the touch of your fingers.
Time fades the scars
And the lies in your car.
I know I will forget,
Leave this dark safety net.
Some memories will stay,
Hide in pots and trays.
But the pages will perish
With the words I once cherished.
You will become a story
I tell people who bore me.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 