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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What once was, can no longer be You where the light !!!, you where the sunshine of my days !!! You filled the night !!!, you where the essence of my ways !!! A remnant of, has lingered on for these past ten years, carrying me through the darkness, the mist of tears I have watched your exotic beauty, that of a setting sun, continually reaching out to the horizon, on a fast paced run, as you silently slip over the edge, letting your memories fade away, into the murky blackness of history, gone am I, left on my own to stay within my memories hoard, reminiscing of the beauty you brought me October was the end days of what was and the start of what is to be. October 2020, ten years later, it appears the end has finally come. Not a word in response tells me what ?, it is leaving me numb. I realize !!!, and must accept the fact that you have moved on. That I no longer can hold your interest, not even as a friend upon the waning winds of times passing. Like all things on this plain my Dear, you have rightly let go, of what I felt as beautiful moments, leaving me in fear that you are the last experience I will ever know, the last beauty I will ever touch, love, know affection, and passion with. Memories of you are now my crutch as I traverse these last, empty miles towards that happy hunting ground to know, that on matter what, nothing on this plane will turn around. B. J. “A ” 2 October 18th 2020
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