Memories in monochrome
Here I place this wreath
Upon our memories in monochrome,
The roads we travelled,
the bumps and the racecourse.
The broken walls of the drowning church.
Memories need pain like
peonies need sunlight.
Memories wrought in pain never die.
I'm going to deny them the satisfaction
I'm going to deny them subsistence.
I'm going to add colours to
this grey, dull existence.
I'm going to suck out the pain,
I'm going to innoculate into
this miasma a fragrance
Deeper than that of a thousand jasmines.
That the world will give back to me
All that I was denied.