Where do the moments go
when I remember you softly
as if trying to catch and frame snowflakes
Before its too late
Where does my fate go
when all I know are the past days
the glory phase
of my life, with you
How is it that I
can only see your eyes
most beautiful when in surprise
or when delighted in laughter
What will be the measure
of a life held in the leisure
of simply recalling
all of the befalling
you ever did with me
Why is it
I can't go on without you
as if some part of me
once held you
too perfectly
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