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My, to be the last go round
last breath of a journey's dream 
to find in one each filling need
to picture them in every scene

Is it really possible to love so deep
so as to last while unreceived 
no gentle touch or proving glance
left wanting for the motions dance

I've heard of tortured souls that love
the ghost of those who've gone away
who spend their days remembering
again and again a never ending replay

Like vinyl records scratched and worn
replaying a line you can't take anymore 
when none else seems to fit your heart
like your favorite jeans when the seams tear apart

Forever lost to live beyond
the saddest grip still holding on
a wondering still by day and night
if their missing you though out of sight

do thoughts of them rise with the dawn
do you see the sunrise in the memory of their eyes 
is their smile captured in the morning light
and by noon every thought inspired

Does a sadness overtake you by pinnacle of day
knowing no one else will move you that way
when comes the dusk you ache for their touch 
and the comfort of twilight is never enough 

For the sunset slipped un kissed 
and all you felt was what it felt to miss
the presence of the one who said goodbye
believing in time you'd be alright

What if you knew tonight
by hour of midnight stroke
your love was the thing they missed the most
and missing it at times often encroached

What vision do you think they still replay
when memories come would they ever say...
turn back the hands of elusive time
to days when that one was mine

Be brave of heart and stronger still
chances are they never will
though yet for them the same remains
their missing you and sense of pain

But my oh my to be the one
the object of desire
to be the soul who's left undone
the heart of one so full of fire

Unable to break their walls of denial
thick as granite thin as dust
so continues the madness cycle
praying they'd relent the concept of "US" 

A grape will not grow on an apple tree
A sprinkler makes no dent in a sea
Though love is strong if the timing is wrong
you can't make it right with a prayer or a song

How long does tortured love hang on
inclined by phantom beliefs
Who sold them those rose colored glasses
to perceive with such disbelief

Just believe you say
some loves will never let go
never will I understand
but this one thing I know...

"The Twelfth of Never" ... A love that never let go

{This was written for my friend
who is a hopeless romantic.
Some things were not meant to be}
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