From days to weeks to months. Two years in all.
A decade beyond the present, only remnants remain.
Over and over remembering the moments through the years.
The rides, the laughs, the talks, oh how fun were those talks.
Yet many days without words too. What a waste of opportunities.
Not wearing rose colored glasses though. Always aware of the downs.
The few that derailed what should have been so smooth.
Smoke in the air, foolish spews, and a textbook mistake. Damn!
Your fault, my fault, it didn’t matter, it was all avoidable.
From a small town to across the universe, I would’ve loved to see it through.
But in the end it’s best to just let it be, I’ll be me and you be you.
From days to weeks to months. Two years and that was all.
Forever locked in the past, but a memory now.
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