Do you ever think of me
Do I ever cross your mind
Something akin to
Etched love letters
Wrapped tightly with twine
Do your thoughts ever drift
To those guileless days
Of carefree innocence
When I was yours
And you were mine
Cherished memories
Pressed firmly, as petals
Within the pages
Of eternal time
Treasured hidden passages
Captured in black and white
Are never far away
Whenever I close my eyes
Buried hushed images
Forever remain
Vividly, vibrantly alive
Heartfelt reminders
Of what could have been
If only we were given
More time
After so many years
This question lingers
Its answer, I can’t find
Do your ever think of me
Do I ever cross your mind
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