When once we did play
enough passion,
an overwhelming desire
as time would pass
so might inhibitions.
When once we did glance
into each other’s eyes,
the universe,
everything as just a world
became our quiet peace.
When once could we
ever understand the loss
we knew we might endure,
with every breath a gasp,
we held onto this forever.
When once might we know
our time,
the beauty of repose
is a nostalgic dream
we will hold in silence.
For wherever these moments
we did, do, we know
they are in an eternity,
a life lesson of love,
we are in time, a memory.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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