burying a lifetime of memories

burying a lifetime

of memories

sunday roasts and holidays

how long will they last?

we - never know

scattering ashes (crestfallen we are sombre and melancholy with weary minds and heavy hearts)

in Paris at night

where lovers dance or picnic under the stars

watching the late night show (legs kicking in the air dancing gleefully hoisery aplenty)

with a bottle of white, red or rose

and something sweet and savoury (sex and pastry Parisian delight)

to tantalise and engage the senses

with romance in heart and love on mind

where memories are made

early at dawn late at dusk

or the warmth of Montenegro (where the rich and poor dance under the sun of sin and purity)

where culture and history meet the aroma of delightful food and heady drinks, that floats through the air (chamber maids change the linen)

history on the mind and heritage in your heart

and memories are made

moments that last for eternity

Liverpool (memories flicker candles flicker shivering bodies fading minds)

city of rock and roll

football and Scouse/food (the forgotten meals of yesterday)

Lively and overlooked by the majestic Liver Birds

Italian coffee culture

where you stand, drink and go (no pissing about culture awaits the day awaits tomorrow is on the horizon...until it's not)

sensory pleasure as evocative as the caffeination

ready to burn and explore

never cappuccino after midday

UFC PFL at the sports bar

which fighter...victorious

bloodied and beaten

opponent lies...defeated

bloodied and beaten (all for something or nothing at all)

the spectators baying for more

licking their losses

celebrating their monetary gains

Instagram-worthy selfie in the crowd (tight skirts jeans tees pints and cocktails)

or under the sun in Malta

Rome always seems expensive

but frugal travelers know a thing or two

there's a church on every corner (oh Lord forgive the tresspasses of those who trespass)

almost (the dying of the loved ones we cherish so much)

the Sistine Chapel awaits

in all its glory

fills the heart and-mind with awe at its majesty

how long will these memories last?

Beyond our mortal coil

when we're-in the

soil (don't recoil in horror at the end of a life worth living...lights out, memories live on)

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Thanks for reading

Author's Notes: So this was meant to be put forward for Sleepy Drafts' awesome Eavesdropping Sleepy Mission thang, but I missed the deadline. You can find out more about it here.

Basically this was a poem based on/inspired by the topics/niches I was writing about for my work work as a content writer.