Abby by Bev

In the darkness under my stairs
live the relics of old love.
Memories left buried
some even forgotten
To be taken out,if ever:
As a reminder of old times
Not necessarily better.
Yesterday,I pushed
into that darkness
To rid myself of the part of you
I could not allow me to keep.
Unfortunately there is no part
I am willing to let go.
So I will leave you where you belong.
A nice warm part of my heart
The part that belongs
to the memories of you.

All my love



5, Sept 1995