do you remember
the dandy yellow of her hair
the gold that shone with the sun
as though they were born of the same ancient catastrophe
do you remember
the deep pools of green
the gem like eyes that always peered
through her tangled hair with curiosity and eager delight
do you remember
that balance before the evil
that brief period where knowledge and
happiness could coexist without one stifling the other
I don't remember.
I'm told she was real, but I never knew her.
Can you miss someone made of perception and memory?
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
do you remember
the dandy yellow of her hair
the gold that shone with the sun
as though they were born of the same ancient catastrophe
do you remember
the deep pools of green
the gem like eyes that always peered
through her tangled hair with curiosity and eager delight
do you remember
that balance before the evil
that brief period where knowledge and
happiness could coexist without one stifling the other
I don't remember.
I'm told she was real, but I never knew her.
Can you miss someone made of perception and memory?
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