we may eventually forget south,
restart our lives without writing about the color on the horizon
maybe by then
they'll have created a perfect setting
for two friends to find one another
as things reach ground zero
tricked by our own unmoving,
unbeatable oblivion
Oblivion is a place
ResponderExcluirwhere no one tells stories.
All things forgotten
cease to exist.
This house is just a house.
This man on the mirror is just a man.
By holding my hand
you teach me a memory
Let us write poems that
shall outlive us.