Amidst a Grand Memory

Nov 20

Written By Nat Tucker

November 2019

As I captured my last moments amidst a grand memory

I wished I could map her like a planned memory.

My memory soon lost her, my fair, grand melody.

Left to only lust for her with no remedy,

for the luster she left with each step in her trace

gave me only a “What for?” and a tingle on my face.

Fussy - a Sonnet