In Memory

 I often dream about you

Reimagined pictures of us

Where it all turns out fine

And what we held 

Didn’t become hate 

I can almost feel

The texture of your hands

Upon mine

Growing old throughout the years 

How we would’ve proven

The world wrong about our love 

But oh 

This bitter reality 

How it always renders my passion wrong 

And proves itself right again and again 

I still snatch a moment or two

Away from its potent grip 

In memory of us

In memory of you 

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