I feel the memory
Flowing inside of me.
As it was yesterday,
I’m a nostalgic.
I think for many things
It was much better.
I know nothing will ever
Make me go back.
Maybe instead of doing it
Just to change things,
we would like to do it
to try those feelings again
now lost.
Like the first few times
Where you do something.
Now this is life,
I know it’s not corrected.
The time we spent
She wrote our history.
With everything we left behind.
Maybe now I am able to accept it
And to find peace.
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