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My Memories Of You
A cold wind rising across the sound,
The sightless house,
Once full of light, of life,
Masked…
Mummified...
Scarred now by day drawn blinds.
Figures stoop against the wind,
All tripped out in black.
It's not the letting go I fear
Nor the endless cold awakenings,
In loneliness...
It's the long silences,
Between my thoughts...
My memories of you.
