Remembered

Nov 10, 2011 by

Remembered

Remembered

All quiet now,
the morning rush gone,
lost, forgotten,
the debris
listless or drowned,
tells us nothing,
just waits to be collected,
buried.

Moments of lives,
lives full of moments,
this is where we cannot live,
memories fade,
within these last of places,
lost,
yet so desperately
doggedly,
remembered.

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