What will happen this May??

In love with a memory

Some three seasons have rolled by,

Almost back to that fateful summer,

Just one harsh winter to go....

Even now my memory is changed,

it is not the same idea it was last may.

Then when this may will come knocking

the earth would have gone around the sun a full round,

But I would probably stay still on the same but foreign ground.

Steady even though the ground feels like it would give away,

The memory is but a shadow, a long gone reflection,

Gone with the light leqving a ray inert.....

Cannot follow they ray cannot escape the memory...