Long ago I dealt in sorrow,
Task was clear easy to follow,
The day grows gray the longer I stay,
How strange I think of her still,
Knew so little yet my mind won't relent,
Take for granted all the time I spent,
Her thoughts are whispers evermore,
Dwell on wrongs or rights that soar,
The memory leaves me in a perilous state,
As if I can rekindle the sting of late,
Why must I sit in contemplation,
I ask the meaning of brief elation,
Ever so fleeting but I will never stop feeling
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