Thursday, September 13, 2012
When you think of me
I will be drifting in between the spaces of time
in
the last moment
that
I knew you.
~~~~
"She's a writer, She'll always remember"
Maybe I'll even have a poem written about me
stuffed in her disheveled notebooks
I was important, I'm still important
a first love is a silly thing
but
such a forgetful thing sometimes.
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