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Nov 2016

Sometimes you leave a yearn for moments lost-

A sudden flash reoccurs of dreams we left behind,

-for isn’t there something to remember?

In moments, such as those I pay whatever cost

to feel emotions left somewhere another time,

-for isn’t there something to remember?

And looking at your face I swallow questions left

while fading into days when missing you the best,

-for isn’t there something to remember?

“I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
Written by
Hector  M/Florida, USA
(M/Florida, USA)   
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