Haunted by a life with you that was.
Haunted by a life with you that could have been.
It is not sadness that I feel.
It is not joy.
And after tragedy found me,
A love for evermore.
Yet, if I saw you,
I'd turn and walk away,
Because I am patiently waiting for the one,
that is watching down, over me.
It is mine to feel now,
Because I didn't back then with you.
It's mine to remember now,
Because those years with you,
Are all that matter, after tragedy.
And beneath the clutter and residue of time,
Life is pleasantly short.
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