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As I scan across the fleeting run of time
Sweet pictures pop into my mind
My girl friends smelling as hard pressed roses
Soft and warm necks stretching out to meet my lips

Who says I can not know the pang of love
That channels into my chest so much like an ache
Not really different than a thrilling sort of pain
The wonder of it, the sad knowledge that it is past.

Can I say I can possess this as a solid thing
To often open this gift after the sun has gone to rest
To smell again a dozen different eternal roses
To live again the ecstatic kisses once offered me for free

Do they in turn return to thoughts of me with poignant pain
ephemeral memories that lie like dust upon a window sill.
I choose to believe a notch have I left upon their heart
Here I can say" Yes, they still love me if only as a dream.
So together we gaze the spread of sky at night, our tenuous love thus to share.

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