Sunday, September 5, 2010
.:. Footsteps .:.
Familiarity of the present
I've been here before,
is what I tell myself.
Yet now there's more to see,
beyond the still background.
By coincidence or fate,
thorugh chance or motives,
I know that we stood here,
once and forever.
Past and present,
blurred passer-bys change.
But the path we walked,
will always stay the same.
They say leave nothin but footprints,
remnants of our presence,
and what was left there,
is so much more.
The food we had,
furniture we sat on,
convos we shared,
were just of the few.
Its not about me or you,
nor me and her,
its the aftertaste,
the feeling that lingers.
Because of these,
places never seem the same,
ever again.
memories
Revealed on [5:33 PM]
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