It Isn’t Over

It Isn’t Over

I remember
You said
Nothing compares
Then you
Left
Streets frozen over
Never mind
I remember
Your words
Echoes
Numbing memories
Flames
The promise
A fool
I remember
The gifts
A dome of glitter
But
What you really gave me
Painful freedom
None the less
Freedom
I remember
Now
Who I was
I must never
Be clouded
Ever again
I remember
So,
I am
Ripping
Shedding
A new skin
An original born
I remember
Myself

Drew Frederic

Published by Drew Frederic

Photographer, Artist, Poet, Chef, and Photojournalist.

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