Reflections

LOOKING BACK 

Time.
A fickle creature.
It gives and takes
When it wants.
It goes by.
The blink of an eye.
A flash of lightning.
A shooting star.
That lights the sky.
And then it's gone.
The world is dark
And I think
If only I could go back.
I swear I'd never.
Take for granted.
Those long walks.
The frequent talks.
The shy smiles.
That grew to something more.
The sound of your laugh.
My answering grin.
Sneaking off
When the world seemed grim.
The comfortable silences.
The sense of safety.
Forgetting the meaning
Of being alone.
But the star has passed
The lights are out
Time has passed
This new chapter seems grim
No talks, no walks, no laughing sounds
But in the seeming bleakness I smile
This is but temporary
It'll come back
No more a passing glow
But as the light of my life
Till the end

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