The wind whips.
Snatching with its
Loose curling fingers.
It rips, tears, claws
At the surface.
It growls, threateningly.
The clouds swirl...
And still we sit here
Memory and Memory...
Side by side,
But in different places/times.
It is still forever here,
In this park,
Hand in Hand.
I will never stop loving you.
And so it will tear me
To many different shreds.
Just as the wind does the earth.
It snatches me...
And never returns.
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