Monday, March 31, 2014

Newark in the fog

Somewhere out there
a ghost of my memory

I'll pass it in the night
like dying embers
scattered as stardust
around this fire pit

I'll meet you old life
older self and younger

I'll get this chance to say good bye

I'll miss it again
like last time &
time before

there's never a right time
I'll never have long enough

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