That the gentle hours
we spend together
they are preparation
for your absence.
That every time you
treat me to silence
you test me for endurance,
it never gets any easier.
This I remember:
your every laughter.
Because of you
my days are better.
This I forget:
that the gentle hours
we spend together
they are preparation
for your absence.
It is sad that meetings must lead to partings eventually. I sometimes wonder if amnesia is really such a bad thing or wish that putting the past behind us were as easier as switching off a light.
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