The Mere Mention
Thoughts become our never ending
Past, present, memory appending
A brief encounter, unique to you
A crash of sorts of things lived through
Each one of us will drive this route
In life, maybe a roustabout
Pitching a tent in one domain
Loving, leaving but not the same
Like an old book you thumb paged thoughts
Much wiser attention caught
Though brief maybe they all edure
The test of time so pure a cure
You came and conquered fears briefly
Desires too held close to sweetly
As your eyes close coming to end
Mere mention of them yet once again
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