Memories of May

 By: Chudney

Your words are smoldering inside of me,

haunted by the tremors of reality.

I know you wanted to set me free,

But I’ve got a tight grip on this, can’t you see?

You’re unconsciously pushing me away,

Ricocheting every word I say.

Inferring answers at the end of the day,

Oh! Can we just bring back the memories of May?