Wind-burned lips and the thought of you
On a cold rainy afternoon.
I reach for my memories
In the abyss of the road of sessions,
For I wish to remember
Yet I fail, and I fail miserably.
But in failing, I succeeded
For all I have are memories
Of wind-burned lips and the thought of you…
And that is enough to let me remember
How much I love you.
(In memory of June 9, 2000)
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