the quiet memory of a distant tune,
the passage lost in the annals of time,
something immeasurably sad that makes a heart weep,
where tears had dropped in a moment of despair.
it's not often this emotion returns;
the forgotten tune, the feeling we hide,
carefully reminicient of some lost obligation,
a desperate heartache unwilling or
unknown, to fade away into the night.

05/10/2005

Posted on 05/10/2005
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