Wednesday, 26 November 2014

In Memory of Asphalt

Especially in the heat of the rocks and the breaking of the waves.
And in the sway of the ships at dock, and the sound of wheels on asphalt.
In the smell of coffee and cut grass, you are there.
Your voice echoes in the empty moments of my day
Those moments when I forget to forget you
Especially in the taste of sweat and salt
In the heat of the rocks and the sound of wheels on asphalt
You're more than a memory.




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