Saturday, November 12, 2011

somewhere only we know

The buzz of the lights on a silent hall, memories flood my brain. 

The voice in my head hushes them. 

Time spent alone remains bitter, for dwelling on yesterday's together.

For a path to gather moments and a reason to remember them. 

Dimmed lights, quiet buzz.

(A memory never fades.)

No matter how hard we try to forget.

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