12.08.05
The Memory Remains
A silent tear,
on the winter floor,
the absent blanket,
her body that shone.
Remind yourself,
once more,
those days are muffled,
evenings in solitude.
Recurring dreams,
deja vu,
wake up,
smell the winter wind.
The shimmering whiskey,
the wicked lights,
its time my friend,
words trapped in my mind.
