It comes unbidden
Tiny spark from yesterday
Fire unkindled, Times reborn.
My days of old
love forlorn.
I see you now.
Happy.
Happier.
It seems so real
So unlike our own
Short tragedy.
If I let myself...
I would wonder
What mark I left
on you?
As surely, you linger
on in me.
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