Memory Spell

You have passed me like a fever
And was it ever a hard spell
I don't reach through the receiver
Under pretense that I hope you're well

Pretense is more flattering
Cause to you I told it plain
Without pause and without staggering
I told you you were in my thoughts again

Through the hollow of your mouth
A tune hummed out, the same as mine
And the past we try to flout
Can't hide it's glamour all the time.

by Senka Kovacevic