You will remember to think of them.
As if it has always been a part of your life
Their smell, their feel.
To touch them, is to hardly even dream
Tears that are dry from Exhaustion.
The dull ache that intensifies your fears.
A beginning that has now come to an end.
Ever abrupt, but now too late to stir.
Will redemption be found again ?
Sometime in the Future after all these years has passed.
My love, my dearest, and my friend
To meet you again, I fear,
Now belongs far away, in my waking dreams till the End.
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