seth howard | reminiscene


No one can relate to your suffering
You had said, and even now, I still remember
Your words, spoken as a sort of consolation
Perhaps, as a means of pushing further
Through this invisible mist
That hangs about the air, even when
No one is around to see it, it’s there

Getting thicker, as I walk this path alone
The way is lit by moonlight, and the view is
Not so bad, when you look past the breakwall
Over the waves, lapping against silver sands

Long ago memories of taking you there
Warming each other’s hands, in the parking-lot
By the car, leaning against the hood
My jacket pulled over your shoulders
Think of all the good it must have done
One perfect night to remember

We had only just begun

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