My nostalgia for what once was when I was just barley able to see over the table, running through the field by your old home where I lost my shoe, chasing the ice cream struck. we rang laughter throughout every telephone wire. the ripe apples, neon, tickling grass beneath our feet, summer days getting lost in Grams bedroom, now are lost in the past. do you remember? As we lost our innocence to family, boys and age, we stopped. our jealousy may continue, but should it? we both have had our share of troubles. Our minds, endure similar thoughts, always have, always will.
A memory should last longer then a faded image
Murky water, with ringlets, lucid, ancient visions,
What once was, can it be again?
To regain what I lost amongst the sea of time.
Messages in scripted on the boat I once road.
Owned, and sold for only a nickel a’soul
One, two, three, breaths in, I am trying to be reborn.
Impossible to remember the days when laughter filled the sheets we played in,
The water we swam in, and the rooms we got lost in.
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