Memories Attack

Memories,
like a gentle springtime
rain, slide over my skin,
seeping from every corner
of every room. Caressing my soul
with what used to be.

Cajoling, like a slow methodical plan
to suck me back into the past.
Tears gather, hanging tenuously
from black lashes, closed in fear...

fear that if they fall, they will
water unwanted
seeds.

Music from the radio drifts by,
urging this softest of attacks, spurring
more memories to slip slowly from
above, escaping from locked
brain cells to drown
this tender soul in

illusions of love.

Fighting back with a frigid
defense, burying what is gone,
but not yet dead,  forging
through this melee, softly
whispering away the cobwebs of my
mind that caught the memories
as they fell.

Exhaling a storm
of blustery winds to wipe
them aside so
that I may step on through 

and make new memories