Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

Losing It All

We sit across from each other flirting, with disaster. So on the edge of losing it all. We look in each others eyes and laugh knowing we still want it. But it's too late now, that was another time. It's no ones fault but our own that we were always attached to someone else. We sit and flirt and laugh, we write our symphony with our humor. Later we walk into the cold air together so as not to get lost in the night, but we only get so far before we part ways losing each other once again.

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