Street lights cling to me
in a memory of the past and
present.

I remember the dark lights,
and the summoning that went
by in that brief moment.

When I was a child,
and when I became an adult.
Only to find that
I am only separated by me.

So I taste it like
ashes on my tongue,
and I smile.

Like a sadist I laugh
with the joys that
can only come to
a memory that
is savored like
any meal.

I love the memories
that stab and tear
the souls of my being.

And I am here a hollow
man that only finds
nothing in me.

05/16/2010

Posted on 05/16/2010
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