If you were to return
again, as my lover
to meet me
went ahead to hold me
I could still pretend
my friend
a sudden forgetfulness
and press you close to me
but nothing about you anymore
surrounds me
but a faint memory
of you, a glimmer
a sparkless fire
from the past
all I remember
are faded reels of images
to you, and to myself
I am nothing more
than a long road journey
from the past.
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