If there ever comes a day
When we meet again
As older adults
You, standing in front of me
Someone else is with you
My heart would ache
But it healed at the same time
I found peace in you with someone else
They can comfort you
Help you in hard times
Smile with you
Laugh with you
And in that moment
Memories of us rushed back to me
A tear falls down my cheek
At the thought of you and me
But I could only tell the person next to you
To take care of you better than I did
And how, my darling
How, once upon a time
We used to be together.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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