Her voice is too.
I think she's someone I once knew.
Memories fade or are buried deep,
In dreams of wake and sleep.
Do I recognize her eyes of blue?
I think she's someone I once knew.
It's in the heart some memories live,
With all the joy and pain they give.
Her hair is blonde, with grays a few.
I think she's someone I once knew.
The years bring change, but at what cost?
Should love renew or should love be lost?
Are memories real? What is true?
I think she's someone I once knew
Now tears clear the haze from my mind.
Oh memories, how can you be so unkind?
For now it is the truth you tell:
I think she's someone I once knew.
(c)Frank Kosusko
published in Skipping Stones 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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