flashback

Here in a faded photograph
a memory stirred of a time that's past
wrapped in the comfort of the mist
invisible to the human eye
 

a heavy sigh
I was in my prime back then
waiting behind the trees
I feasted on the creme De la creme
so quick to beg too late to scream
it was my hunting ground
 

it's where I fell in love

with a sheep

I remember
he took this photograph
said it was a memory I should keep
 

now he's gone
was almost forgotten
senility keeps erasing parts of me

leaving behind an echo of a memory
 

it all became clear
here in a faded photograph

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