Choking at night from a mare of your memory
In a fit of hurt I tear at your memory

I stare. Poems of nothing mist
In the disinfected air of your memory

Little bird uncaged do you
Recall recall am I there in your memory

I thirst you more than time could quench
In a pensieve’s juice let me share in your memory

Alex, I was born your slave
Release me from the lair of your memory