Our light doesn't shine as bright anymore.
Our words don't contain the same, I love you's under a soaken window pain,
the memories that still remain, entrenched inside my head again,
The laughs and stories that we made that summer in Maine.
At my grandfather's store.
Our favorite song is sweet sorrow.
Our kisses don't leave the image of our sacred traditions, or the times that seemed borrowed.
the gift from your lips that once gave me hope in tomorrow.
Our paths that once crossed now decouple in a panic and frantic uproar. Unlike before, when you took my breath away and left my entire atmosphere on that restaurant floor.
No, this feels nothing like love therefore.
Our once was, doesn't exist anymore...
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