Deeply Etched
Deep as first love, and as rare as regret:
my memories of you are deeply etched.
And I replay each one, lest I forget;
even the silly ones that seem far-fetched.
Your love resides within my heart and soul;
never to be forgotten or misplaced.
And although my soul no longer feels whole:
the love we've shared can never be erased.
You visit my dreams, always in my thoughts;
reminding me of how things used to be.
And I find myself thinking of you lots:
your death affected every inch of me.
There is nothing that I can do but wait:
which would pass first was a choice left to fate.
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