The memory of your face
that I can not remember.
waiting for a time
that we are not
running through the maze
the twists and turns
turn twistedly
eternally.
the memory of your face
that I can not remember
the last time that you wept
through circuts, waves and wires.
the memory of her face
when it was not so scarred
and her smiles
were not plastic
and her feeling
was not pain.
the memory of your faces
when we were all together
and when we did laugh happy
oh what time has erased.
the memory of your face
is all that she has left and
there is nothing more be
cause all else of you
she has
erased
-12/21/05-
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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