The empty halls
Reflect memory
As a mirror shows me
Reality.
My blue eyes do not lie,
For their tears tell me
Tomorrow will come,
But tomorrow will die.
I gaze over
At a photograph;
Filled with smiles
And a boastful laugh.
I’ll be gone,
My footsteps will be faded,
But I’ll still have thoughts
Of yesterday.
Author notes
Mneh...I don't want to leave.
Written October 5th, 2005
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