It's like the broken glass that litters the floor and garage,
The shattered memories that I try to avoid.
The little notes and slips of paper that bring them to present,
Sucking me into this past and present void.
All over again forever and never are all at once,
Past and present have become intertwined.
Her laugh and smile echo and haunt my ears and stop my mind,
Twisting through the memorial abyss inside my head.
Those little slips and memories come unexpected and random,
Sneding me into a wave of thought and contemplation,
Like a deep meditation,
Upon my very existance.
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wow, thats really good.
memories and so much emotion.
fabulous job jes,
♥
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Thanks :]
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