When does the present become the past?
Late night music plays on the radio.
Memories tear through the illusion of the fabric of time.
I was never yours,you were never mine.
Where do old ghosts go,
I do not know.
They live and breathe in long forgotten poetry and rhyme.
Star-crossed Lovers are never destined to last.
Eily Nash ~ 2022
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