Wednesday, September 21, 2011

I remember you
though you may've forgotten me-
though you may've spread my ashes
or buried me at sea.


Flourishing in youth
you've been revived and reborn,
softening and diminished
I've lived monotonous and forlorn.


But, I still see your eyes
I know their color blue,
though your memory of me has died -
I still remember you.

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