THE SCENE

I remember all the silence in presence I remember the scene, i never like the closure I remember your eyes of insults ignored I remember the abstract of cruelty I remember when the missed speaks I remember the irreplaceable victimize I remember the dried commitments I remember the aesthetic shadows I remember love turns to dust I remember when the skies cry I remember the salt air I remember your whispers that haunts me I remember he is lost in the memory I remember youre not mine like a wine I remember back in December of colds I remember in November of ghosts I remember that August slipped away I remember when i almost died I remember the scene...