-----Memory Lane----(inspired by anonymous poet)

(sometimes there is that someone...)


"You can’t trust me",she saysand goes out
that day to prove it.
Axiom, by axiom,
she runs in circles
around our love.

And now, she wants
to put our love
in a little box…
…called friendship.

But dear, my heart
it just won’t fit...

It does not match
your carefully drawn guide-lines,
or follow those expertly planned...
rules-for-engagement.

Nor does it suit
those tinted shades of,
your most colored...perspective.

So my heart will remain...here..
destined to split...down
that old familiar path,
I call it heartache.

For you it’s just...
Memory Lane.