In the quiet moments of my past,
I think of what will last.
The future is a known mystery,
one I wish I knew like history.
What scares me isn’t the setting sun,
it’s the way that time runs.
Dancing around me like the seasons,
It changes its reasons,
prolonging a dreadful winter,
Or a humid summer,
we’re stuck with like a splinter.
Time does as it pleases,
keeping its grip on us; with no sign of release.
Drawn like a magnet,
the moon and the sea.
Water reaching for light,
stars shining in the night,
watching as the moon-
pulls away,
steering the water astray.
With an ending,
Comes a new beginning.
A constant cycle of rebirth,
an eclipse of emotions.
I love you,
I always will.
It kills me, though.
Your words were harsher than the snow.
Icier than a hail storm,
hitting me hard in the heart.
I regret nothing,
but now I find reminders of you,
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