Eidetic

*Jack Vettriano* Night Time Rituals

Eidetic

Some
Memories
Are
Tipped
With 
Gold
As
I grow
Old.
Others
Pierce
My 
Skin
Like
Shrapnel
And
Remain
Within,
Ever
Fresh 
In 
My
Wounded
Flesh.
No
Matter
The
Rend, 
It’s
Not
The
End, 
I still
Can
Sing, 
Let
Recollections
Mingle, 
And
Boldly 
Remember
Every 
Single
Thing.