Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, February 15, 2008

Memory

Time speaks the truth; I cannot deny who traveled with me both day and night. A fond memory is what I recall, you told me it would fade but that was some long haul. I tried to hold him to force my embrace but his life had no room, as the decision was long ago set in place. You can’t make a person look in your eyes, you can’t give your heart if his shield is set on high. Call it a chapter, call it a day, or maybe a memory that won’t fade away.

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