Speaking over the years, into the Static.

Speaking over the years, into the Static. 

By: Anyssa Q. E 

 

You...I remember you,

Through a balmy retrospect,

You come to me in dreams,

and breathe to me your memories,

 

The stagnant times of our exordium,

the collection of dust and wash,

like the definite licking of the waves,

onto the golden neck of beachen days. 

 

Though, through only retrospect-

you walk the plane of existance,

within myself and future selves,

bound tightly is resistance-

 

To lose you to the eternal waves,

the black wash of the past,

To lose my creation memories,

to the background void of the last. 

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