When nostalgia gently
lingers
Hope dances on my
fingers
When fate flaps its
wings
A beating heart
softly sings

Maybe meant to be
is a distantly lost
tune
Maybe our delicate
see
is a life crossed
too soon

I wanted to
forget
But that’s how
we met
A forged
temporary
tells the future
to carry
This tender depth
Our remembered
breath

So, as I look
back
I have to look
ahead
Creating
my track
Weaving
my thread

Ace

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