Sunday, 16 March 2008


The places you never go again
Old lovers not exactly friends
The temples you destroy
Become rubble in your way eventually.
How I enjoyed revisiting that ruin
The museum of our history
Don't touch the exhibit
It might come and tour

Some things even better from a distance
Like a minaret on a postcard
Out of echo's reach
If you put in the drawer
And blow it a kiss
Once in a while
When the stars are out

Such a long good bye for such a brief hello
Apologies for the last conversation
Might only create continuation
On this road of steep decline
We'd be back to drinking wine
And some laughter
But it seems that we are running out of jokes.

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