Repressed Reminisce

Frozen drops of dew, millions of crystallized thoughts suspended 

Before they could trickle down into a solid pool of reminisce.

My head was full of them.

He was the sunlight of my soul melting away the ice.

The cool drops trickled down, tiny blades of feeling and imagination. 

Pooled in clear still mirrors full of color tinted images. 

Images of places, people, and things. 

All foggy, just waiting for me to focus in on the surface of the blocked emotion.

Once I did, I knew the doom would set in.

The unrelenting doom of seeing my memories thru until they became realized.

So I waited.                     The sun set.

My soul became heavy with frozen lakes of repression.