Page That is Still Unwritten

Page that is still unwritten.
Words that are still unsaid.
All the things I could have said to you,
Left drifting round my head.

The smirk that never left your face.
The frown still fixed on mine. 
All the things I could have thought of
If only I'd had time.

Precious eternal memories.
The glee that would last forever. 
I could have won that argument,
If I had thought of something clever! 

The End

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