The gates open to that soft fragrance,
That sweet smell he remembered as his own,
But she wasnt waiting for him,
The memory was just his, all alone
He looked for the answers,
For the right combinations of words and silence,
But she was long gone,
Scared away from the deep empty spaces
The night calls to him yet,
But he wont give in, nor will she
The trance flows somewhere in the middle,
The distance now, longer than ever.
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