The memory it shakes me, an aftershock which
Takes me through the shattered glass, and cuts through
My thought and through my feeling till all that's left
Are faint red lines, broken scars, hurt never healing
And what is lost cannot be found, though
I still know that still it hides
And what is left's been tossed aside
You run from me, dodging in and out
Of stalling cars, I couldn't be
More left behind, and yet so far ahead
Seeing you fade in and out between
The concrete canvas, and soon
You're swallowed up,
But with a hand on my heart
And regret pounding through my head
I scream towards the closing walls
And I remember.
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