My memory stirs something else up from the grave
It's not a ghost of the true kind but its one to me
I can still see him standing there where I once was
Standing and smiling, calling to me
We were never joined, but I felt it
Did you feel it too?
Or was my mind just telling me this?
Were we both being tormented?
Does God hate me so?
Memory is a bittersweet word
Sometimes we cannot have it, but its always there
In the form of old photographs and smells
Songs and sounds take me back to when
He stood there, smiling
I held his hand, we were together
For a moment
Such a brief, flittering moment
Yesterday vanished and today came
It's gone now and I sit here
I contemplate the evening shadows as they gather around me
Like the falling dust of the dragons I wish I could slay
My feeble thoughts die
My mind sinks into oblivion
And I wander in solitude
Unable to face what life must give
Until the morning allows it
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