The Memory

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

Maybe I will see you there,
In the foggy zone between dreams and waking.
When the now gets quiet,
And reality melts to liquidity.

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

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