A little past nine.

In this one little lifetime

I have found countless friends

and those who called themselves so

come and go.

Innumerable faces- some stunning, arresting,

Haunting my sleep even now.

Others passed by.

Some stopped me and my heart

From beating on,

Others moved.



A thousand names I must have heard

Said, repeated and forgotten.

There must be even more-

I am being modest for no reason at all.

I am just sitting here, quite mindlessly

Remembering these and other useless things that come to mind

And come to nought. And I am smiling

Because I remember so little of all that

And just about everything, of you.



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