A Haze of Remembering

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I can see, now,
more clearly than before
the way we are no more,
still less than we once were.

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Our time is gone,
but life still goes on.

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The days slip by
into desolate years,
yet your image still appears
before my eyes.

 

It lingers in empty air,
a dismal reminder
of your presence somewhere
far away and lost to me
in a haze of remembering
the way life used to be.