fifty-three: “bookends” by simon & garfunkel.

how one walks away from brooklyn in 2012.

Every time he left my apartment and shut the door behind him, I heard this song in my head. I blame my father’s incessant listening to it when it when I was a kid; but more importantly, I blame the lyrics. I knew that someday all I’d have was a photograph to preserve the memories of him…

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you


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