One Memory Proves Existence

I lay in my bed in the dark of the night,

Gazing at the few stars that twinkle in the sky,

Honoured to witness those, what with the city’s light pollution,

And as they often do, my thoughts of you start to clarify.

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I wonder if you’re laying there too,

Watching the same twinkle that I see,

Reminiscing, remembering of a time long ago,

And wonder if you often think of me.

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I like to wander back to all our good times,

When love was grand and the world was ours,

The simplicity of the days of long ago,

Loving and talking into the small hours.

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Do you view the same moon as I now look upon,

And ponder the wrongness of our history?

Reliving the agony of our final goodbye,

Or have you forgotten and I’m just a mystery?

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I like to think we are still connected by our faraway gazes,

As our eyes alight on the same starry night,

Whispers of the past crossing our mind simultaneously,

If only for a minute, that’s perfectly alright.

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Or am I a romantic of epic portrayal,

As in reality you slumber the dreams of the night’s peace,

While I lay here wide eyed and lost in the memories,

Of a love long gone, quick to release?

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I continue to gaze into the blackest of hours,

Where you live on in the fondest of my dreams,

Fixated in stone upon a chamber of my heart,

Lost and abound to within my silent extremes.

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Is love truly ever really lost,

If memories of the magical encounters still exist?

Doesn’t it still flow into the ether beyond,

At least while I lay here and remember the one I missed?

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Feel me out here in the far off left field,

Meet me in the gaze of our joint recollection,

Wish upon the stars in a collective assessment,

Honour the past love of our deepest connection.

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My love, you still walk the hallways of the best of my times,

Shadowing the beauty of the experience in which we loved and laughed,

While I still take a breath within these nighttime hours,

We still exist within the mystical, magic of life’s handicraft.

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My thoughts and memories keep our past love in existence,

As the reminiscing produce the echoes that sound into our forever,

Dwindling silently as the years flow past, thought of less and less,

Not until our deaths that our love’s existence will cease to exist whatsoever.

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