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The Whispers of Memory is the name of the two-man poetry collective comprising Gary Rhodes and Calvin Brooke. Part daily journal, part cathartic self-expression, the pair seek to chronicle their lives using the written word, from the fantastic to the mundane.

Wednesday 13 January 2010

Remembrance

Suddenly
(Like a truck filled with old clothes
Hurtling down the M4 to Cardiff
With no rear view mirrors)
You came back into my life.

I remember
The taste of your lip gloss
Lock of hair stuck across your face
The sweet tang of your crusted saliva.

That summer's day you let me in
Holding hands we learnt new ways to touch
Breathed deeply, tacky with sweat.

Our bodies locked in young infatuation
Air rushing from our young lungs.

How times change.

Now you've broken it all
Thrown bricks through the greenhouse.

I was left naked, screaming
Curled up like a fox caught
With its hind legs in a snare.

"Put your fucking pants on"
You said, sneering
Through lips, now painted
Only with your lies.

The hair has gone from your face
And the slightly crusty saliva
Has long ago been wiped away with my tears
(Not to mention your breath,
Lost like an autumn breeze).

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