Lost Love
He’s fading
Ever so slowly
In my dreams he is
But a silhouette
Sometimes he has
The faintest of color
His laugh on a
Dying cassette.
He’s distant, so distant
He’s fading away
We’re distant, so distant
Please come back
And stay.
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