Echoes

when I read my old words

hailing like an echo from years ago

they bring a memory

like a fresh face

dewy from the grave

sometimes these words

are like old friends

but I don’t always like it

sometimes it makes me moody

these memories beautiful and sad

creeping and crawling into my today

sometimes I think

the dead should perhaps be dead

 

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