On Edge
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February 12, 2012 · Filed Under Works
Haunted by the memories of your touch
I try to rewrite the stories
Far away from the present
The memories are smeared and shifted truths
Tales only half true
The gaps drift father now
Fewer lines that link me with you
Fragments lay about exaggerated
Of facts that sing untrue
A performance
Pieced together
The drama unfolds
Recreated enactments
Of days partially hidden and long forgotten
What has changed I fail to see
Treasure that has been long lost
This act is my memory of you
Of the parts that kept me on my toes
On Edge
Your thoughts always on the edge of my mind
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