write it down

the chorus of us
is slipping away
beneath the brown,the gray
of yesterday
write it down,write it down
all we'll never say

the story of us
the thunder has stolen
split apart with silence
whole circle
becoming fully broken

now I'll search in shadows
you're oblivious to light
vintage forms reappear
in bold black and white

sadness bends my knees
time has failed and betrayed
all we would ever be
write it down,write it down
let your story speak

century of love covered
with haze
your perfect memories
hazel eyes remember
then forget me

even if the stories bleed
write it down,write it down
remember again
before you leave me

© Vanesa Dawn

This is written about my grandmother whom I lost in 1999 due to Alzheimer's disease.
There were so many stories she took with her and I am left to wonder.Just wish I had taken
the time to get to know her better.Wish she had kept a journal or something,it would be a treasure for sure.