A brief description of failed dreams and a life that might have been.
and dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze –
some never-will-happen fantasy
that helped us through our early days?
Do you remember the way things used to be -
walking together through a thousand desperate nights
that ticked off far too quickly,
and became a thousand years between?
Do you remember hating me,
and loving what you hoped I'd be,
regretting the life we'd chosen,
and a host of broken dreams?
Do you remember me?
Poetry by Alistair Adkinson
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Written on 2008-03-13 at 19:25
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Do You Remember Me?
Do you remember window-unit nightsand dreams of curtains floating on an ocean breeze –
some never-will-happen fantasy
that helped us through our early days?
Do you remember the way things used to be -
walking together through a thousand desperate nights
that ticked off far too quickly,
and became a thousand years between?
Do you remember hating me,
and loving what you hoped I'd be,
regretting the life we'd chosen,
and a host of broken dreams?
Do you remember me?
Poetry by Alistair Adkinson
Read 346 times
Written on 2008-03-13 at 19:25
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