how is it
we’ve forgotten
all for this
was trade –
a life of hurts
another one to heal
do you remember
the ways
you loved me –
might I choose to love you
still
else memory forsake –
the will to live again
to reason
one more season –
will I stay
love adores
the dreamer –
how can I resist
our first hello
is just a breath
away
. . .
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Life begins and ends with a single breath
…such that every end is a beginning and every goodbye, a memory of hello ❤ And when we meet, you shall say you remembered the sound of my voice, and I will read you a poem about the color of your eyes ❤