Memoir of a foolish man ~That summer, Those days, One more time~

by Marcus blake   Jul 2, 2011


What words that spoke so soft to me, where they yours?
Walking in this clustered world I've always looked over my shoulder to see your not there
Feelings alone are not enough to live on in this world, if you can't touch it see it how can it be real
What were those kind eyes that starred at me, where they yours?
Did I die and forget myself or have I lost myself in a dream, is this a dream?
Every time I close my eyes I smell your scent but your never there...
What tears were those that dropped ruining a face such as yours in the lobby that day?
The universe does dictate all ill and good yet, I could never understand your pain
When I realized the cause It only created more sadness, more suffering
What were those feelings of yours that gentle smile your showed basking in the sun?
Captured by deep thought like always, too complicated and difficult to relate
Could a world be more perfect when two opposite realizing a similar truth, sharing an impossible bond
Do you remember our meeting in the library, that conversation on the phone, The excessive laughing
Do you remember the birth of our sarcasm, the touching moments, the quiet times...
Do you remember our walk around Tower Square, the exchanging of words in the violent air
The last and only night I'd ever see you again, the words inscribed with hate and misunderstanding
Do you remember...

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