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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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lost found only in memory a face so familiar we met along side of the dirt road drank coffee in Italy climbed mountains in Washington laughed brutally with each other never understanding distance until it was too late you are lost fading quickly a face dimly lit by memories blurred with time we were young dancing in the rain but the color of your sweater has escaped me was it red or pink its too late lost forgotten memory falling with each new day your last name has left me jumbled together with other words I've learned or people I have met we used to talk for hours on corded telephones connected by three-way calling incoherently understanding its too late you're lost |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"but the color of your sweater has escaped me was it red or pink its too late" This poem seems vaguely forlorn Page. Funny how little things like the color of a sweater can mean so much. Nice work. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Yes it is funny. You think you will remember everything about that person but pictures fade... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
time and memories are strange that way I've forgotten so many people's names and faces now and it's just amazing to me when I thought I'd remember them always |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Passing I know how you feel.... |
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