Memory of an old friend

Somewhere it’s here.

It sleeps on my silence and leaves like steam from my shower.

Hot like this water

Oily

Thick

And greasy.

They come in flashes —

From blackness to sharp blinks of light.

In some realm of this world

Long clear lifetimes of love

And love that was lost

still sit in full color and sound.

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