Tuesday, April 12, 2011

everly

dearly,
i would remember it
the way the light would climb
upwards, inwards
soaking in and seeping through
until it felt like all was clean and good again
for me and you and you
with old, decrepid memories
for building strengthened cornerstones
and dreaming futher than (it's true)
we ever went before


{lumix : somewhence, the plaka, greece}
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