With each note
i listen,
while it forms your image inside my mind.
The smile that forced its way out of your lips,
your eyes that was so pure and full of gentleness.
Oh, but your face:
calm but filled with pain,
peaceful yet still longing;
longing for the sweet memories formed by yesterday,
yesterday that will never catch up today-
nor tomorrow;
i listen,
while it forms your image inside my mind.
The smile that forced its way out of your lips,
your eyes that was so pure and full of gentleness.
Oh, but your face:
calm but filled with pain,
peaceful yet still longing;
longing for the sweet memories formed by yesterday,
yesterday that will never catch up today-
nor tomorrow;
as the sun rises to bring a new start.
A new memory
soon to be forgotten,
but will never be lost.
“Let me fill you with endless words of love, sorrow and regret.”
-The Sixth Child
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