haunted memory

There was a memory
Pushing at the surface
Flickering at the edges
Of her aching mind

She knew this melody
She had heard this voice
A whispered longing
Woven into the sound

It may have been the eerie house
Or the moonlit walls
It may have been the broken floors
Beckoning her forward
Or the clock that stopped in time
twelve minutes,
seven hours,
eighty years ago

Whatever it was haunted her

Called to her like a siren
A reminiscent chime
The tick tock echoing in the silent
Recesses of her aching mind
And a melodious whisper,

“tonight you remember me”