Putting your arms around a memory.

This blog was born out of several things- menthol cigarettes, november rain, erotica and Abbas Kiarostami. It was born out of life, but most importantly, it was born out of death. Hence, my first post. The title’s an ode to one of my favorite bands of all time.

I remember you friend,
with a longing
to walk with you again,
beneath the summer drizzle
and the concrete grass.

I remember you friend,
with love
from deep beneath the travesses
of my heart.

I remember you friend,
not as a friend,
but as a brother,
found and lost,

I remember you friend,
when the last hour has passed,
and all my memories of this world,
have shrivelled into dust,
and all of my life,
has collapsed into a dream..