Memory’s The Sweeter When Left Unsampled.

poetry

Going back some places
you remember why you never
planned on coming to some places
anymore, but now you’re there,
and all the people you remember
being people once upon a time
aren’t really those people any more
and haven’t been that way in ages.
Though time has always had a funny
way of making ages seem like
just a T.V. Special on a late night
in another town, when all the lights
had been turned down, and even
all your friends that had been
partying and throwing down are
piled in another room, and
sleeping.

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