Distant Memory

Sometimes when gentle rain falls,

When lazy days stretch and yawn,

My mind sifts

Back to a distant time –

A time when there was you

and laughter

and hope

and joy.

But like all things that pass

When truth does not prevail,

You’re just a piece of HISTORY –

A MEMORY that will not last.

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