A Revisitation
By Enraptured
Do not think a waste of time. What happened to that mystery? The paths to walk. What have we done with breathing? Where did the drowning go? And truth, and need. Vices and Scars, they bleed. And when one longs for a time that has gone. What then? Just remain, and recall. Live back to a moment. Enjoy the memory perhaps. Although the connection will always remain. We will always know Our paths must cross. "Remember" you said... "There's always HOPE" As the torn slip of paper slid from your hand to mine. And I walked away. Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 12:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Do not think a waste of time...."