Memory is

The architect of my stories

Built from the ruins 

Of oblivion

 I no longer dream of you, or of us

All there was, has been turned to ashes or dust

 The biggest descent/dissent

Is the lonely path to love

Since you are the rain

You can pour any time.

But since I am the earth

I can only stand still.

YOU are the poem!

I am only a reader

Then

He was like a god in her presence

And she used to worship him.

Now 

Only after he had fallen like a human

Did she truly begin to love him...

If I could go back?

I would be kind enough

To be more cruel

And slice you with a single No

Than to have bled you with a thousand Yes

 I am the pain

You are the balm

You burn and soothe

And yet I remain for all eternity