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Nov 2016
There was a time
That could have been ours
Yet like the sand in the hourglass
We let it slip     away

It may have been nothing
A problem
A mistake
Our undoing
Now to me you mean everything
And I mean nothing

We can’t control the clock’s hands
I can’t bring back those hours
And now I wait
Hoping somehow, one day
I will be yours
Written by
Sean Ryan
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