in the open skies
at night
when the stars
flicker
from that far
that once again
you see the
face of the beloved
long dead
buried with all the
memories
you shared
a long time ago.
somehow, you
had taken the journey
moving towards
forgetting,
somehow when you stop
for a while
you feel the strength
of your hands
the steel will of your
mind
the change in you
which you love
for another
moment.....
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