Saturday, November 26, 2005

One Year Has Passed

When memory evolves,
The dark green of your door becomes moss
And the yellow walls, orange
The sun that set behind us a year back
Is setting out there in the distance today, behind the hills

East, did you say?

Let it be in the east,
Defying all that we think natural,
When memory evolves,
Your silhouetted face facing east
Is lit up by the setting sun.

March 3, 2004

(for the friend who wrote all the paper memories)

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