Future Tense

You told me that the best way To cope with missing someone Was not to think of your last day Or the times you'd had before; You said instead to dream Of the times still to come And then it wouldn't seem That parting was such a chore. So I find my imagination Is the greatest tool I have, As each little creation Is our future together. And I am yours and you are mine And so it is for always, So you say this short length of time Is nothing when we have forever...
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