My poetry remembers you, Even my books speak of your name. Each word holds a trace of you, Every page carries the warmth of your smile. How do I tell you? You live in every thought, every moment of mine... Relentlessly, without reason, without demand — you come to mind.
Where are you? Why don’t you come back? Has distance really been enough to forget?
Come back… And take your memories with you. They no longer belong here. They only ache, And every day, they lead me back to you again…
This is not the End!
About the Creator
A page from the Past
Lost in moments that never came back. For the hearts that felt too much.
He is enough.
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