Headache

My ragged memory yields to shows
Of long-lost sensuality,
So what’s the point of letting go?

The pictures flicker, fly, and flow,
Invading my mentality.
My ragged memory yields to shows

Of coins worth fifty centavos
I kept “in practicality”
So what’s the point of letting go?

The noble outline of your nose,
Embraces of duality,
My ragged memory yields to shows

Of gentle nights of light repose.
I’ve murdered truth, reality,
So what’s the point of letting go?

I could have fled; instead I chose
This masochistic malady.
My ragged memory yields to shows,
So what’s the point of letting go?