The Past
The past is home for me these days.
My mind goes there and wants to stay.
The places I'm going . The places I've been.
Miles and miles that never end.
The loves I've lost. The few I did win.
My heart goes out to all of them.
I shed a tear for loves long gone.
Our chosen heart felt lovers song.
To hold a hand . To have one care.
To look at me and want me there.
I lay at night between sleep and waking.
Thinking of the loves . My heart is breaking.
The darkness comes .The day is fading.
Into the past I will be staying.
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