The leaves are coming to life now,
And things keep on happening,
Like they always will.
It’s the spring now, and the blossom
Is here again, a picture I will
Never take.
A moment, a time that has passed,
Mere memories that carry me,
What was, has left now,
But spring is still upon us, and
The daffodils, they grow.
Smiles, they come in folds of red,
Of graces, of passion, of loss,
Of chances I will not regret,
I am the here and now.
We swept over each other,
And my stomach still flies high,
Sometimes it un-nerves me,
The minutes, hours and days,
And soon our life will close,
As abruptly as it began.
Close my eyes and imagine,
Just for a little while,
For the moment, you are on my mind,
I want peace; I want freedom, not time,
And things may change but what
We were will not, so please remember,
Forget me not.
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