Fragile Memory

Sometimes, at night,
When I can relax from being someone else,
I call up from my memory
The friends I've left behind,
And wonder if I will ever see them again.

Dear Al,
My link to sanity,
With his wisecracks and jokes,
And the pain I sometimes see shadowed in his eyes;
Stately Verbena, bubbly Tina,
Gooshie and the rest.

But there's one face
That hovers just on the edge of memory;
A face I can never see clearly,
No matter how hard I try.

Who are you?
I feel that I should know you,
That you are somehow important to me.
But the memory,
Fragile as an orchid,
Fades.

So I lie back in my empty bed,
Feeling the fingers of my left hand clench tightly,
As if trying to hold on to something
Infinitely precious.

Adversaries

CHAOS

Beckett!
My hatred of you knows no bounds,
For each life you meddle in
Makes my foe the stronger.
You may have won this round,
But I'll get my due.
I always have.

One day, I promise, I will destroy you.

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Sam.
You believe your leaps random,
But each life you better
Pushes the darkness back
That much further.
I'll watch over you.
I always have.

One day, I promise, you will go home.

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