Memories in dust
In cold dark room
with cracked leather chairs
where dust lies thick
on memories old
in school days then
I dreamed not
that your face
could I ever forget
our days were filled
with dreams of what
someday we would build
someday we would have
we were so young
we thought we knew
what the world was
what we would become
by day we did study
and by night we did dance
so bright was our laughter
so happy were we
your name I remember
your face fades away
as I turned through the pages
looking for you
our dreams never happened
our laughter faded away
in dreams I halve to remember
what we once thought would be
alone in the nighttime
in dim chilled air
I try to remember
what we thought once would be
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2024
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