Stolen moments now
One of these days I won't remember you.
Tossed into the sea of past lovers
for what seems so significant now-
will only be a memory
before it fades
into the back of my senile mind.
Your sight is clouded-
You aren't going to see me...
...but I hope you remember me.
Hope you remember the look in my eyes
the way I feel.
I hope you feel me deep in your core.
When you're ready to climb out
I'll be there
heart extended
to see you through.
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