24 Hours of Memory
In my head memories flash
Like fireworks shooting past.
Devoid of all but traces of you,
My mind is crowded, nevertheless.
A day spent gazing at your eyes
As they reflect the ever-changing sky
Gliding past the sand-covered beach
Where we sit to watch the waves rolling.
An evening spent glancing at your hair
As its swoop,
Fingered by the wind's caress,
Falls across your forehead
While we sit with our closest friends.
A night spent admiring your seductive smirk
As your chiseled arms surround me
In a gentle embrace-
And we watch the stars blink from above.
These fond memories-
Now, no more than fiction.
A reality spent admiring someone,
Yet I am merely an afterthought.
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