Memory (day 2741)

Sometimes it is better off not writing,
Enclosed in a Tear soaked memory;
Our plans were always laid there bare,
Stone ground and visiting from afar.
I wish I could have seen you through,
There is no doubt it could have always been.
This sadness has my collarbone,
For I rest uneasily
When the wind blows like the sea
And you return to my memory.

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