Phantom almost memories


To live as past

The days of past

Is a familiar way

Of known around


And yet I

Still am me

With nothing left

To be


These phantom

Almost memories 

Sounds like sky

And earthy trees


Which I like to see

And sometimes hear 

When driving past

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Thinking of my own memories now, and others too