Thumbing through old notebooks

I can’t bring myself to throw away

Reliving bygone days in a surreal cascade…


Wild midnight ramblings, lonesome teenage blues

Unrequited love

A bitter taste of regret, a wistful sigh

A flash of crimson


Just ghosts that haunt abandoned neural pathways

Clumsy verses no one else will ever read


And yet somehow alive and lingering

In my gait and gestures

In my taste for bourbon whiskey

In the silent depths of my eyes


In the resonant empty spaces

Between these lines…


~ Ben


4 thoughts on “Reminiscing

  1. Those words of our past guide us sometimes, don’t they? Even a little uninformed, they seem to shape what we know. I have boxes filled with those old memories I can’t seem to throw away either…

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