Thoughts flow me
like grains of sand escaping through my finger tips
thinking of what used to be
old friends, old feelings
how much do I remember
how much have I forgotten
I worry.
once there was a second me
similar but unique
elegant with words
wit beyond imagination
sometimes
I play her digital poem
and remember conversations we had
the excitement that filled the air
when we could catch a digital glimpse of each other
now, I only have
digital cobwebs
where is she now
no matter, I just
I hope all is well
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Shorts, Thoughts, and All That Good Stuff
PoesíaAll my short stories and poems will go here from now on because I'm too lazy to make a cover for each one I post. I hope you enjoy my poems, stories, and thoughts as much as I love writing them. Original Picture: Just Print by MAMPrint (sxc.hu)
