She stood by the door
drink in her hand, focused on the
future
while I walked in, haunted by the past.
How do we deal with familiar faces
that belong to unfamiliar people?
echoes of the past, but so much more...
I cling to a fading past
what importance do you have
a decade after it all tumbled down?
Would it be arrogant or foolish
to let your memory be overwritten–
to put an end to the echoing?
-Zero
