Concrete | The Eye

The memories may fade
The time may float
Days drift by with words left unspoke
Do not fret or do not doubt
As seasons change
I am a click away
A mere blink of glass
A safe kept full of all memories still
Quiet
Candid
I'll always be here when the mind goes blind.
An image of 1000 goodbyes.


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