Talking to Charlotte.
Remembrance like hazy days
of drinking too much and laughing too loud
forgetting to measure each minute that passed
till hope dwindles to a flickering ember
and everything that once was
turns into a shadow on the wall
the tattered wallpaper in someone's heart
like a latent memory of searing regrets
or an eternal kiss,
burled into an angel's bosom
a kiss goodbye from a summer's lilac.