Sunday, July 6, 2014
{ i know you still think about the times we had }
there are things you come to terms with
but even after that
the imprint of a melody, played once,
still sits on your mind ---
collecting weight, attracting memories:
goodbyes on the asphalt
perfect wordless agreement
my cheekbone on your shoulder
Labels:
memory,
music,
poetry,
remembering
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