Burnt Photograph
By H i d e
So far; I can't reach, the photos on the table It seems so long ago, memories are unstable It isn't what you said, that day on the phone Not mad anymore, monotonus busy tone We've grown so far apart, I can't see you anymore In the crowded streets, trampled on the floor Through the moving bodies, I stare up at the sky Looking for an escape, someone tell me why I let go of you, in the crowded street that day Thought I set you free, but you just ran awayMore of my nonsense Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 05:52 AM PST 10 • 0
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"So far; I can't reach, the photos on the table..."