These marks on the walls are only extra paint work for you
But to me they are lifetime now left behind.
To you they are scratches, smears and smudges
But to me they each are a memory now existing only in my mind.
They each tell a story that you do not stop to hear
A story that sinks deeper with time, making them harder to find.
Now with your paint these marks disappear
And with them the evidence of my ever being here.
Time and space, remove me from this place
But that does not stop me from visiting every night
Reliving the memories, creating each scratch, each smudge, each smear
Stating: “We were here!”
These bare walls bear no significance to you-
They are discoloured and patched
But to me they are my life, my memories - stories waiting to be re-hatched.
But to me they are lifetime now left behind.
To you they are scratches, smears and smudges
But to me they each are a memory now existing only in my mind.
They each tell a story that you do not stop to hear
A story that sinks deeper with time, making them harder to find.
Now with your paint these marks disappear
And with them the evidence of my ever being here.
Time and space, remove me from this place
But that does not stop me from visiting every night
Reliving the memories, creating each scratch, each smudge, each smear
Stating: “We were here!”
These bare walls bear no significance to you-
They are discoloured and patched
But to me they are my life, my memories - stories waiting to be re-hatched.