Closet of My Memory
In the closet of my memorylocked far, far out of reach
lies a face I've long forgotten
faded footsteps of the beach
in his smile was there deception
was his innocence a charm
a face so like a friend
that his presence meant no harm
like a picture on my dresser
that sunlight has now faded
a dream forgot by morning
as thoughts have now been traded
replaced by one's more pleasant
yet still not quite erased
it lingers in the cracks somewhere
this image of his face
what part of him was friendship
the knife now in my back
the face that half way haunts me
or the memories I now lack
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