Reminiscence
A memory forgone.
A memory of long ago.
A once in a while smile as my day goes on.
Every moment longing to and fro.
As the morning rises and the day dose yet set I can see it as if it were yet here.
Uneasy as I go on further away from my memory.
Is it a lose or a gain as I strain to hear?
How I yearn so for the days of no hurry.
I know too whence I need be, yet I reminisce of things forgone.
A kiss like the morning dew on a rose.
A memory and a treasure buried in my heart as if a throng.
How I missed you even before the sun arose.
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