I heard that life
Beyond this place
Is a constant celebration:
Reunions
By the second,
Hugs sent round,
Memories shared.
I know you'll wait
For me
So we walk
In gardens of flowers
Never before seen
So we talk,
So we catch up.
But
What do I tell you
When we meet?
How the world got darker?
How passions grew stronger?
How new things
Quickly
Became
Old?
Or
How I
Never
Mourned
You?
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