Hope you folks like it.

Quieter than a whisper,
Faster than the mind.
Deadlier than a blade.
Accuracy greater than magic,
And often more tragic.

Created by an object,
Summoned by a place,
You remember their face.
It haunts you,
It taunts you.

It brings about your demise,
Killing from within,
The death is painful
Yet your body lives.
It is a Memory.

Memory is its title.

I am writing it because a memory came back to me last night. Summoned by
an object of two lost ones. Amazing I thought I was over it, but no I am
not it came back and stabbed me. Cruel. Memories can be all to cruel

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Glacian, in the year 353 AF.