Tell me that we were young.
When the world seems so full,
of me and you.

When I knew everything,
but only to be reminded
of images of places
long gone.

All that I have is memories
of things told and said.
Only to find that I am
all gone.

The sadness in me
only haunts the village
that can only be said
in time long gone.

I am gone and it is gone,
and we are all that remains.
The ghost of you and me.

10/02/2010

Posted on 10/02/2010
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