Challenge
Things have memory
...not memories... memory... persistence or resistance... form of choice... poetry or prose...
A host of memories
I am followed by a host of memories,
Memories of you; like spirited breeze
On my skin: a rousing tease.
I was deeply alone when I met you.
Never thought I'd meet someone and yet you
Changed my life so I can never forget you.
Yes, I want to turn around, back again,
Bring you along so we can remain
Together and forever heal all pain.