Sunday, April 2
My tears are not of loss
But of time too quickly gone.
I(will) miss our days together
Even while they're going on.
I savor odd, sweet moments
When you laugh or when you smile,
Nostalgic for your presence
Though you're with me all the while.
Strange how fantasy
Can wander in and out at will,
Looking back from somewhere
That is just beyond a hill.
And so when once you leave
You will not leave me alone,
For I will have you with me
Long, long after you are home
Dont tear my love
Fret not you will
Can't you see me
I'm only a call away
Can't you see darlin
I'm holding you still
today, tomorrow,
for the rest of our days
June 2nd it shall be..
impulsively and honestly,
yours truly
11:56 AM
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