The Pull of Time
All those times I came so close. I remember, I remember. Invisible other? That was me. I remember, I remember. I remember how it felt. I remember, I remember. Teacher waiting ‘neath the Learning Tree. I remember, I remember. I remember her dimly. I remember, I remember. Softly. Fondly. Darkly. Dimly…. Dimly…. I am memory living memories […]