#usedtobeawriter

[usedtobeawriter]

I found myself looking at our stomping ground,

There’s a memory of myself that lives in you.

[usedtobeawriter]

“Is that here?”

I looked over the dashboard of her car, pointing at the World Trade.

“It looks like it’s here but it’s not”

Jersey City almost felt like home, but it wasn’t.

[usedtobeawriter]

Somewhere, drifting through my open mind lies all of the possibilities.

[usedtobeawriter]

memories uncover motives