The seasons have passed far and in between
But acceptance is, still never keen…
Reluctant but driven I revisit again
The dump of echoes still sharp with pain…
I didn’t know where I wanted to be
There was no light to guide,
You went away and left me alone-
So why do I still pine.
The wind whispers your name to me
The strangers all have your face,
Dreams bring back the memories
I don’t want anymore to trace.
The time has passed swiftly by
Could be minutes or years,
I make no haste, but run the clock
To beat the droplets and my fears.
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