Just a Memory

by Amanda Sloan   Jul 22, 2004


An old film was playing today, but the same thing just played and played.
The same thing, and never did it change.
It had shown two people in a giant field, laying in the grass...happy they appeared
Never had you seen two more star-crossed as these
And they laid their in belief that they would never have to leave
This same bit shown over and over, they must've been laying in a bed of four leafed clovers.
Then i recovered from that wonderful scene and thought "wow those people must be meant to be"
It never crossed my mind that my eyes had been lying and were closed tightly or so they tried as if they were trying to remember something, and thats when it came to me, this film was all from my memory.

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