sometimes
for the one I have just lost... :-(
sometimes I think
that time does not pass
at all
but this is me
who rushes so fast...
sometimes I hope
I could easily stop it
if I want it
but then
how would I meet you
on my way?
I'm holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won't.
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