I stand on the sidewalk,
After meeting old friends
After we drank coffee and talked,
About how we've all been
What I didn't expect was you,
Standing right behind me,
Your voice heard despite the storm,
As you spoke on the phone with somebody
I needn't turn around to know for sure,
Cause I'd know that voice anywhere:
It's the voice my mind had to endure,
When my heart once played it on loop in despair
An old flame's embers rose from the ashes,
But I keep it locked away
Cause that flame once caused me several gashes,
Due to my decision to stay
So here I cross the street,
When we're on the same side,
Although we didn't once again meet,
Here I bid my final goodbye.
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Residuum
RomanceEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
