Stay With Me

The days when we stayed up late together,

crying, laughing, talking with trust,

I miss those days.

Why, dear days, must you come into my memory,

and leave me here to sadly lay.

I miss those days, and you don’t even know.

Even crying, even crying was a happiness in comparison to this.

The painful loneliness invokes me, as I ask you to stay with me.

But you drift, because we drifted, away.

And I am still remembering the old days,

asking you to stay with me. 

The End

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