Hazy Reminders
May 13th, 2008 by Jack Lhasa
She fell asleep that night, in my arms.
I can’t remember the last thing
that she said to me.
When morning came,
I was alone.
So quickly, so suddenly,
it was all over.
I don’t remember arguments.
I don’t remember fights.
I thought we were pretty happy.
I’ll try not to think next time.
—-
Jack.
I Listen.
I Travel.
faux poetry is something similar to a sin.
