Memories without a casue

A soured romance poem.

Everything. Nothing. Never again.

Long past days that have blurred together;

The couch had rotted, but the soda stains remain.

The present and the past form a lump in my throat;

There is no stopping the future.

 

The memories had finally stopped spinning

When he blew by; I spoke to him through the breeze.

His airy lungs held no reply.

Time pressed on and like a whirlwind he burned away

My memories.

 

His destruction took 8 months but,

Like a tornado, I can still taste his after effects.