The memories of him were once
So vivid,
So clear.
But now, elusive,
Now distant,
Now unclear.
Lost in time and space,
Leaving behind a thoughtless, empty blankness.Faces, places, moments gone,
It is a puzzle,
One which I cannot solve,
Cannot claim,
One that can never be remade.Sometimes,
I often reflect
On such memories I have
A struggle to resurrect.
Was I the only one who knew?
Or was it everyone, and only mine was left askew?As it slips away,
My heart and soul dear delay.
What was that memory?
Will it forever never be?
For this memory,
This thought,
This dream,
Is nothing but a cherished gift,
A gift that will never ring.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
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