Ti Prego, Memory Man

Written By - Tessa Cash

So I suppose this is goodbye. 
The white flag not only takes flight but it’s thrust deep into the ocean. 
Slowly the leaf turns inward. 
And I return to myself fully and wholly.
Maybe I was meant to reach this place
Of shattered hope
Of desiccated dream
The morning after the darkest dawn feels so cold and lonely. 
They don’t tell you that part.
Why don’t they tell you that part?
Vitality takes time to return
The pink of my cheek
From the white pallor of a heart that held out for a lover to return.  
The sun on my skin rumbles the raw wound inside. 
It’s finally able to dry
To close up. 
Ti prego, memory man