When I Become Your Memory
The day will come,
seems inevitable
when everything finds its place and time,
in the sun light of morning
when we walked together,
everything seemed perfect;
as the years passed,
looking back held no importance
only now remained all we had,
perhaps, it was all
we needed and as the age began to fade
the happier experiences reappeared
that is all I leave you,
the bad times turned to good
when I become your memory.
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