breath to breath -
they say to mend an injured heart, move on
and thus I've done so, time-and-time- again
but though your smile, from me, is decades gone
my dreams still find you haunting me, as then
I've always held your heart, pristine and rare
soft-pressed between life's pages like a rose
and as the timeworn leaves may fade and tear
that weather on love's blossom never shows
I've tried so to forget you through the years
still, twilight slumber finds my heart exposed
and tho' I cleansed those memories with tears
your phantoms keep returning, unopposed
you took my breath quite often in the past
and I've no doubt you'll take ... my very last.
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