A Glimpse Inside

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Such Sweet Sorrow [9.8.02]
it may be many years
it may be forever
as we stretch the twine
that binds us together
across time
across space
till nothing remains
but the faded image of a face
the fragile memories
of times long since passed
that scatter with the slightest breeze
like so much fallen ash
yet what once was
always will be
and resides irreparable
in the holds of history
and upon our next meeting
I wonder will we embrace
and exchange warm greetings
or shall we stare as strangers do
in the awkwardness
of someone once close to you
who time
that indiscriminate force
has rendered unfamiliar
and then you'll be
someone I do not know
but only fondly remember

dedicated to everyone who has ever loved, lost and found again

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