(Josie Sayz: ‘Changed’ is the eleventh poem of my ‘Checkmate’
anthology. I wrote this whilst walking to work in pouring rain, thinking about
an old friend.)
The rain pours down,
We’re on the street.
I wonder,
If our eyes will ever meet.
You turned my way,
As I pass you by,
But,
I know you’ll never recognise…
Me.
My picture – it’s fading.
Your memory – it’s changing.
Why can’t you – remember me,
Or the friends – we used to be?
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
Your head’s held down,
The lights are low,
But I bet,
The two of us are not alone.
You would not look,
As they all stared.
Now,
I can’t believe you never cared…
At all.
My picture – it’s fading.
Your memory – it’s changing.
Do you think – about me?
Ever wonder – if we were meant to be?
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
And I haven’t got a clue,
What is happening to you.
My picture – has faded.
Your memory – they’ve changed it.
And it can’t – remember me.
Or anything – we used to be.
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
We’re on the street.
I wonder,
If our eyes will ever meet.
You turned my way,
As I pass you by,
But,
I know you’ll never recognise…
Me.
My picture – it’s fading.
Your memory – it’s changing.
Why can’t you – remember me,
Or the friends – we used to be?
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
Your head’s held down,
The lights are low,
But I bet,
The two of us are not alone.
You would not look,
As they all stared.
Now,
I can’t believe you never cared…
At all.
My picture – it’s fading.
Your memory – it’s changing.
Do you think – about me?
Ever wonder – if we were meant to be?
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
And I haven’t got a clue,
What is happening to you.
My picture – has faded.
Your memory – they’ve changed it.
And it can’t – remember me.
Or anything – we used to be.
It’s been rearranged.
Something in your brain has changed.
- Josie -
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