I know not since when,
some hopes remain,
and yet, why does your memory still reign?
I know not since when.
The farther you are, the closer I feel,
now you are habit, a way to heal.
No complaint with life do I hold,
alive I am, beneath skies of blue bold.
This longing of yours, ever expands,
these echoes of you, they strike my hands.
Memories deep, where the heart now drowns,
and in my eyes, a lost whisper resounds.
Now you are habit, a way to be,
all the nights, the words we agree.
Forget them now, erase them all,
now you are habit, before my fall.
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