The Weight of a Memory

1) everyone loves the arrival of 

new things. Like the sun hides

to let the stars appear, the moon

rests in the deep annals of the sky

a lone object. Scarred, colourless

but bright. 

2) winters melted on the palm of the earth, until it started to burn.

flowers sprouted from new born buds

but sooner, it will be a funeral pyre

that will burn petals of life,

everything will turn to dust.

3) stuck on the soles of my shoes

are the moments I counted back,

when I waited upon him, while he never came I stumbled,
evening walks lay stretched on a straight path. 

4) I thrust my pills into my mouth

I need one more to live through the night. It swallows pain, like the last hiccup that I gulped,

I look at the things I don't need

everything that is garishly coloured is a memory. 

A few weeks later I know what happened to me as I discarded the garbage bag

An episode of partial amnesia. that ate my headaches.