Creating, Pacing, Waiting

walking down a road
past a meadow full of flowers
a smile
on my face
that would shin bright for hours
as the sun goes down
my smile does not
for it bring back the memories
that we all forgot

now you are gone
my love is here still
for you to once again,
have that heart filled.

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