February 17, 2011
Laughter like a distant fountain
A smile like clouds bagging moonlight
Golden hair that blows into my face
Like a passing breeze.

All of her is a passing breeze.
Quickly passing,
Quickly fading.
I shake my head.
Remember: she’s not here anymore,
Stop thinking about her.

She is long gone
But I still feel her lingering in the air
Like perfume,
Like a whisper.
Trying to draw me into my memories
And keep me there.

Don’t do this to yourself.
She’s dancing like a fire right before my eyes.
Let her go, she’s gone.
Her eyes are as bright as sunflowers, like always.
You can’t keep holding on to a memory.
I tumble into her like falling down a well.

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