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By Dylan Kwiatkowski Date: 2003 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.07.12.00.15278]] |
| I told you that you'd always be my favourite. That I could never forget you. But time has a way of changing your words and twisting your thoughts. Throughout these months you've been gone, making it harder to remember. Time has taken you away from me. Your face and even your laugh, now a distant memory. Our moments together have been erased. No longer can I see the soft lips I used to kiss, your eyes, your face. All has been replaced by blur in my mind. An unrecognizable outline of someone that I love. Every so often, your phone calls bring me back slightly. Like a reoccurring dream that haunts me nightly. The voice on the other end of the line screams of deja-vu. So familiar, and still, so new. |