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Fading Polaroid

My eyes were first to forget

The face I once Cradled between my hands now a blur. And your foice is slowly drifting from my memory like. . . a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is still crystal clear. Like it was yesterday.

There are philosophers who remain in the past, present, and future. All exist in one time. And the way I felt, the way I feel; that bittersweet ache between wanting and having; is evidence of their theory.

I felt you before, I knew you, and I still feel you now. And in that brief moment between; wrapped in your arms thinking.

How lucky I am

How lucky I am

How lucky I am

How lucky I was. . . .

thank you for your lingering memories, i will always be here with you. I love you from my moon to back.