The Memory Of You

(Published in One Thousand Questions And No Good Answers)

Six long years
Stolen by fear and –
Hesitation
Two lives writhing against a mirror.
Endless tape loop played
Impossible desires
Self-destructive
Impulses repeating
In my head.

A whisper
A vapor
A dream

Echoes of a place that doesn’t exist.

We stood still over the sleeping valley
Scent of leather and cigarettes.
The chance is lost
That magician’s disappeared
But my body is still reeling
From the memory of you.

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