rendezvous in my hippocampus

those days
when the night never ends

those days, i think of you.

there are so many things you need to hear,
like...
how one evening i went out to the park to meet you
 - you were far away, in another city
but i still went to the park to meet you
and came back with so many of beautiful memories
that evening never ended

memories are but finite, imagination infinite

and now
in that space called the hippocampus of the brain
(where memories are formed, and stored)
we still meet and talk