Poetry · Writing

memory lane-

when you walked through that door

that door;

i fell

down

down

 

i remember my eyes opening

and never waking up

a dream

a dream so real i remember the smell of your hair

the sun on my arms

i remember it all;

like it happened yesterday

i don’t know if that day ever ended

i hope not;

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