Days Gone By

Your words are just as I remember

getting lost in the fall of December

the memory we shared will remain

though our lives will emerge never the same

but perhaps it is only the everlasting indecision

it is leaving me to stand alone

just to think of all the love I have shown

to the sun and for the moon's shadow

the raging presence helplessly unfolds

but it is only my everlasting indecision.

The End

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