Memory Ghosts

Walking through
the forest of memories
a strange melody
echos through my head

Voices
rising and falling
into music
A soundtrack
to the pictures projected
onto my mind

Each street corner
has a different story
The concrete
retains our dialogue
and the dirt
from the souls of our shoes

These trees, these walls, these crosswalks
we’ve been here before
together
walking hand in hand
but now I’m left
to retrace my footsteps
with just my shadow
as company

Just my shadow
and the memory of you





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