I will
travel back in time
I will
remember a rhyme
that will
lead me to sublime
and will
reveal an old crime
or maybe this
something we miss
something we feel
being here
being good
being real
what we had
was not bad
in the real
Remember me?... remember reading me here?... remember anything about the dream of you being there? It was another time... it was another place... it was another fantasy with yet another face. I miss it now. I miss you now. I miss you now.
A year later and the changes happened just as the might have been foretold in many real entries before this here and elsewhere. the illusion of sharing only last as long as it is shared. People move on. Year together dissolve into memory and often memory dissolves into the ethers (or aethers), the unconscious (or subconscious), the nothingness where no though returns except every now and then... like this (my way) or that (your way) and here we are.
Still refusing to say goodbye, even though we are gone.
Sometimes though, when tomorrow pauses...
Narf :)
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