There’s a dim light in the surrounding.
As in all ends, I find myself accompanied by the soul and mind.
Their voices are the notes to my paper and the lyrics to my song.
In an ironic sort of manner, the die hard romantic sits quietly alone.
The one always looking in the depths, wondering where their one lies.
I’ll reach, but only to a fingers tip do I arrive.
After so many years, I can’t even remember the feeling of you next to me.
I used to be able to close my eyes and be there, if only for a moment.
I suppose the wind of winter days takes with it the comfort of your embrace.
Remnants of love float through the fresh morning air as I smile towards the summer sun.
No longer do we run through the forests like in our youth, the cool air flowing through my long brown hair, your smile bringing me all the warmth I ever needed.
And yet, the years fly by.
Oh how they fly.
Our wrinkles deepen, and our souls weakin.
Yet, we smile in remniscence.
We’ll always be the hopeless romantics sitting quietly alone wondering where our one lies.
I miss you.
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