Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Often

There's a place I often go
Submersed ever so deeply
Within my consciousness
Labyrinthine passages and
Unmapped corridors leading
Me fathoms beyond what
Others can see or know
To a room, a room built
By you and every memory
We've constructed together
Holding your smile close
Your words, your heart
So I visit, often

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