They say they a perfect memory
Is a memory that's never remembered
Strange as that may sound
But if that were true
I'd bury this memory of you
Deep into my brain
Never to be found
Then, someday, many years from now
I could open the lock and look upon it
savor it
indulge myself in the unmarred recollection
in the final moment between me and infinity
Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 7:21 PM UTC
They say they a perfect memory
Is a memory that's never remembered
Strange as that may sound
But if that were true
I'd bury this memory of you
Deep into my brain
Never to be found
Then, someday, many years from now
I could open the lock and look upon it
savor it
indulge myself in the unmarred recollection
in the final moment between me and infinity
This has been in my drafts so long that I don't even remember what I was thinking about when I wrote it. Suffice to say, I have no memories that are _that_ strong, but I can imagine what that might feel like...Also, I apparently couldn't decide whether I wanted this to rhyme or not.
Lastly, welcome back, me!
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