As I wander along this dusty path
Lonely, weary, rugged even sad
Climbing the heaps of memories so steep
I remember life in your entire being
Almost like treading on egg shells
Before you turned the pages of our life
Sealed the book of our love
Then ripped it into millions of pieces
Now
Of a torn romance
Burnt out pages charred with gloom
Yellowed, dog eared with the past
An indication of something forthcoming
Especially a future without you
Questioning our declaration
That you will be there in advance
Even though we have left
Thinking about it everyday
I know I will be happy tomorrow
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