It's Only A Memory
by Michael Doyle

Cracked pictures from another time,
And now somehow it feels more than sublime.
Once we walked under the moon, hand in hand.
Where that went is hard to understand.

Is it funny how love fell into a crack?
And now we'd give anything to have it back.
Crazy words that cannot be unsaid,
It's hard to get past feelings that are dead.

Funny how it's lost in a memory,
How would you give up our love and family?
Ten years from the time called now,
Will I be able to be happy again somehow?

Heartbreak to heartache, it hurts to learn
How dying embers continue to burn.
It's funny, isn't it? This stupid thing called love?
What was it that we were thinking of?

That's not a tear rolling down my face.
It's just a raindrop fallen out of place.
Please don't turn and look at me,
Some things are meant to only be a memory.

How is t possible that we've given up our dream?
Is there life after we find that it has turned obscene?
It turns out there are things that I've never seen,
And that there is, indeed, love after pristine.

Two strangers sit at dinner talking,
Both of them have considered walking,
Instead, both throw each other rescue lines.
All it seems for the sake of Valentine's.

Do you get more credit if you cry?
I wonder how it is we don't know why.
Maybe it's time that the truth be told.
It is something that can't be undersold.

Into the night, we keep talking.
Both of us are unable to find legs for walking.
Emotional pain needs thrown lifelines
To get us through this day, we call Valentine's.

(c) February 12, 2026    Michael Doyle
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