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The past refuses to rest
In its shallow grave
As the memories return
A cascade of thoughts and emotions
Pouring into me as I contemplate
The feel of your hand in mine
As the city streets passed us by
Walking to nowhere
So happy, to be walking
to Nowhere

Your scent lingers just beneath my skin
Traces inhaled with every breath
Rose perfume with every yawn
Peanut butter kisses with every sip
Those green eyes so piercing stared
Into my soul, so fragile in love
The feel of your hair on my arm
Curled up in bed, with a book
Leaves me dreaming
Wondering
If you were the one
It was a nice crisp summer afternoon.
Snow will come and go in a heavy swarm.
Soon we will see the big round shiny moon.
The summer was plentiful, nice, and warm.

Since forever, time will always pass by.
For as long as we’ve known, it comes and goes.
Although some live, many will also die.
Throughout life we make enemies and foes.

But now the hour-glass of time is up.
It has finally come to a big end.
You now have a very large empty cup.
I’m sorry to tell you this, my dear friend.

It may see as if time is everywhere,
Even if it is very hard to bear.

— The End —