Chasing My Soul

i can't remember 
the sound of your
voice

or the smell
of your touch
on my hand


i can't remember
how it felt to
hold you in my
arms

or

how it felt to
wish you goodnight.

but, if I remember
nothing
else 

i will remember 
that you taught me to

always 

"ride your horse through the desert
like you're chasing your soul
because girl, 
you are only getting older."
you said, 
"you are only getting older."

 

 

21 January 2011

The End

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