Lost In Time
I live in the places in-between
as a shadow to the right as a whisper in the night.
In fantasy, in dream I lay, as a flicker in the corner of his eye.
The willow holds my secret in its dripping dark leaves, in its eternal sadness I find peace.
What we where has been forgotten, lost in the time of his mind.
But for me it ever lingers in my mind.
It comes in waves of kisses not treasured at the time; it comes in ever sadness and lingers on my mind, it comes to keep me hoping for the rest of time.
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