classic faint

Neon.
Sand betweent the toes.
Ice cream.
On the day we left.
The memories we erase.
the times we were brave.

the summer nights,
the thunderstorms.
cigarettes,
hollow days.
the times we spent togeather,
and those spent apart.

In heaven,
on the floor.
perfect loneliness,
nothing to speak.
the moments we cried.
the momnets we spoke of this grave.

jaded love for time,
time ran out.
I spoke in the silence,
there is now only noise.

There were those moments we hugged,
it was always followed by the long good-bye.