I want to drive to the end of nowhere with you,

down memory lane where we will see


who we used to be.

Do you remember

how young we were,

when we could conquer the world,

when nothing could defeat us?

Is that trust still there?

Could we get together

and go back?

Would we recognize each other

if not by face?

Are we the same at the core?

Are those girls gone?

We could stand in the same place,

the same house,

feel our ghosts,

but feel nothing.

Do you think of me?

Do you feel nothing?


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