Bygones

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What should I write

About it

when time has forgotten

to remember us

Staring across a

million light years

never knowing when

we would breathe in the morning

Which would finally arrive.

Was it a dream

Was I living elsewhere

When you coloured my gray sky

With an ink so dark

That even the sun smiled

Upon the rains here

In my fields of

Late blooms.

 

 

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