as time reminds us of what happened
we drift into that silent remembrance
you can only think of what happened
when my memory lingers on what can be
but an immortal love cannot live for much longer
as it is forced underground
to die away, only to revive soon enough
but just let it burrow for me
but you'll never let this flower wilt will you?
this bittersweet desire is all which survives
fade back to what was
and you shall see nothing but white
an empty past
creates such a flavorful present
will you miss me if I leave?
because I'll be gone soon
a note to the reader
dearest don't hold on to hope
that soon I shall return
for though I will
hope tends to disapoint
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