February 2012
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Seeing past the sleep
When we lay at night
Drifting off to the shore
Do you reminisce?
About the 1000s of memories before?
Every breath every trace
That ever took place.
Between you and I
It is a secret
To be left
Kept as a tale
Untold to others
Only to be remembered.
By a soul
Bequeathed
At the dead
Of these solemn lonely nights
To imagine conversations
That could have taken place
Instead.
