This tomb is familiar to me,
A lifetime ago it meant a lot, you see.
Time weathered the edges,
The illegible text clings to the ledges,
Your name barely rings a bell,
The tide washed away your memory in the swell,
Thinking of you… wherever you are,
A distant dream that smells sweet from a far.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC
This tomb is familiar to me,
A lifetime ago it meant a lot, you see.
Time weathered the edges,
The illegible text clings to the ledges,
Your name barely rings a bell,
The tide washed away your memory in the swell,
Thinking of you… wherever you are,
A distant dream that smells sweet from a far.
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