Just as you thought the skies had changed
And that moment would disappear
Like coins in the fountain
You remember how things were different.
You remember how familiar you were
With some of the chapters
But never the full manscript.
You remember only hints
And get some of the chatpers
Back to front,
While letting some of the scenes
Trudge into the sunset,
The perfect illusion
To where-ever your words take you next
stepping over the edge of the page
far away from the end of the book
but never the end of the story.
(The last day of NaPoWriMo asked for a poem with at least
3 'I remember's in - well I did it as three 'You remember'
just to change it round slightly.)