As I stand on this old wooden creak
Overlooking the bright sun ready to succumb with its aging years
Stiff as it is.
I wave your shadow goodbye.
And pretend that life I once had is exceptionally perfect
You will always remind me of everything.
An almost something that constantly changing
And that I can never touch and sense the warmth of it again.
Celebrating the days you wanted the most but not me.
I fully understand that you are now a page of yesterday
And I have to let you go.
For nothing can force me to ever forget the sweetness of it
Not in this life or another
Not if I still believe.
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