Funny how nothing really changes.
Chance is a precarious risk
Time does not wait for slow heart beats.
Warm lips can’t wait for a kiss.
Night is a cooling reminder
Of sunrise’s fade long ago.
To me it comes as a surprise,
But he knew it seasons ago.
I wish I like he had the gift of
Knowing ahead when to give,
But I can thank him for the learning,
And in this care-free life I’ll live.
Sometimes, yes, I miss the feeling
Of feeling that way so deeply.
Funny how everything changes.
Sunset has wrought change in me.
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