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Oct 2016
I'm sitting by our old spot, the bench beneath the tree.
And two pieces of candy, I seemed to bring with me.
Like we always did, I ate one; you ate the other.
And like the youth we were, we'd still crave for another.

But now, I'm old and weaker, I couldn't really cope.
So tired and so sullen. I can not really hope--
That soon I'll get better, my condition's out of trance;
Heck, I'll be a winner, if I could at least still dance.

But now the winds do whisper, your voice is in the air
I thought my ears were deaf'ning but I'm sure, you are there.
In a warm place in the sky, above the sun and moon,
And I'm sure that someday now, I'll be joining you soon.

For now, I lay on our bench, and feel the breeze against me
While I unwrap this sweet taste of a piece of candy
My hand in yours, your hand in mine, life was just a dream.
And now it seems, tis only but a distant memory.

And yet, here I am, still wanting, still longing for you,
I want to hold your hand again, and never bid adieu!
Do all the things you and I always did together--
I want that to be my last memory forever!

Its such a sour taste, this thing, yet I'll always eat.
Like we did beneath the skies, with you, its always sweet.
And now I've realized how special life is, all these years,
That just from a piece of candy did I manage to shed tears.
Written by
Nitsua Asemed  The In-between
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