The Memory

Call me up in memory,
Whenever you want to feel
What remains of the days,
When we were the people we used to be.

Maybe I will see you there,
In the foggy dawn between dreams and waking.
When the now gets quiet,
And reality expands beyond the material world.

Allowing us to connect in that spaceless place.
Saying what we cannot say,
Revealing what only hindsight knows,
Remaining as time has not allowed.

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