Memorial To Our Memories
Farewell to who I was.
So long to what was abuzz.
That course correction
to what used to be.
The now becomes
faded, the past
transforms into
anew,
the future returns,
and a memorial did grow.
From what seemed like
a temporal space,
a foundation for
anything became
a perfect remembing.
That is where love blossomed
where it always was before;
in you.
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