nostalgia

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 17, 2010 0 comments

my ears ring so often
and i wonder
do you think of me
while swaying in the memory of our last encounter?

i didn't sense i really knew you and maybe
you only thought you knew me

time stole it all away
when you believed me to be
nothing more than an apparition

and now i trust
when you secretly recall
you will never linger too vaguely

but think only that i have always thought
you were simply you
for the sake of me being me.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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