Still
It has been six years
Six long revolutions around the sun
And she still haunts me.
The memory is gray, like an October New York City day.
Forgotten is the reason why it stopped
Hazy is the memory of how it began
Lost forever is the magic of it all
And she still haunts me.
Copyright © Rodgers Ja Brown | Year Posted 2019
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