Sitting beside the glass pane
I silently watch the falling rain.
But this beauteous sight
Brings back the dormant pain.
What is beauty if it is not shared
With all those for whom you cared?
The absence of even one of them
Makes this beauty so painfully
lame.
How I long to have them back
With me all over again!
But the power to invert time I know
I lack
And from such fantastic wishes I
must learn to refrain.
What is bygone shall never return.
But memories are the only
exception.
They bring back to you all that you
have lost
To bring on your face a smile or to
make the tears run down.
Memories are the only medium
Between the present and the past,
The only way to travel backward
And to try to relive with those,
who like others, don’t forever last.
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