Last night I lived in memories
Of times
That I hold
Cherished in my heart,
The happy hours spent with you,
The joy of being together,
Feeling the closeness
Of our silent conversations,
The smell of grass
And pine needles,
Wind and dampness,
Blossoms and splashing water.
So many images
Scrolled across my memory,
Leaving in their wake
That vacuum
Known as loneliness.
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