Passing memories, like leaves
have floated down,  lay still;
on this last day of October
there is a morning chill;
has the year passed so suddenly?
my heart,  now emptied of its fill.
A love has come and gone and
yet,  remains;
the journey comes to rest,
from different trains,
and such memories,  unspent,
they too,  will wane.
Highs and lows,  the roller-coast of life,
gives and takes away,  it's pleasure;
buries deep,  within the mind,  its
secret treasure,
and erases any yardstick, by
which we measure.
To recall some things,  would
only bring us pain;
so we remember, but the good,
thereby,  we've our gain;
although the time and place
are never quite the same.
Like autumn's falling leaves,
we've lost our tethered hold;
the grip that we once had,
was crisp and bright and bold;
but now broken, the bonds of love
grow quiet, still and cold.
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