At the time you came into me
I have had nothing
A pen
A paper
A space
You came and gave me a light
To go through it
The capacity of the memory was weak
To be derived
It was late
You have been like an aerolite
When I found a pen, a paper and time
You were a ghostly shadow
Memory searched for everywhere
As if a hunting dog
You are gone giving a memory
That it fell into a black hole
I am waiting for you
If a mother of a soldier gazes
Whose son in a war
If a lover of lost dreams
For an accidental hope
I am sure that you are somewhere else
You are not passed away
Only you were disappeared
A day when you return
I may catch you
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