How are you, O distant memory?
With hesitant steps I try to come closer
You seemed reluctant to draw near.
and I guess I can understand.
You kept the space just as it is,
But only for tonight
Maybe you’ll let us talk about world’s history and conspiracy theories,
and you will listen to my rumbles until dawn comes.
But I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
The voice of sunrise arrives,
and it becomes the end of our conversation.
What’s new, O distant memory?
Too late to greet you, ain’t I?
You seem to drift farther along our broken line.
Yet for now, let me hold you in my hand.
We’ll shoot the bull about the parallel universe we used to dream of—
because in this universe, we’ve wasted so much time.
But I guess what happens, happens.
I let you drift away through the clouds.
I let myself stay still
in possibility and impossibility.
Will I always be reminiscing you?
Will I find my way to you?
O, distant memory
Wander home to the silent shore
—vic

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