Lovely Memory

The lovely memory,

Seen through the ghost of a photograph,

Little goofy face,

That seems kinda cool.

Yet through there, I don't see,

Any of you at all.

I see an image of a person,

Barely scrapped together through,

A lovely memory.

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Ghosts in the center of,

Something nonexistent,

Here and there I debate, whether,

You and me in the same place,

Is memory or,

A figment of my imagination.

Hugs are a thing of the past,

A date on the yesterday,

As they were before I met you.

So I close my eyes, constantly swirling around,

It's a void and a jumble,

And remind me,

What are the color of your eyes?

I can't remember,

I don't remember.

I don't think I really know,

Any further.

Oh,

Well?

Oh well.

I say goodbye again, as you disappear over the horizon,

My eyes are closed,

My eyes are closed,

And I start to contemplate the figure,

The fact,

That I don't feel alright.

You're just a bird on the horizon,

Disappearing,

And I wonder if it's forever,

Or if when you come back,

You'll expect things to be the same?