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  • Writer's pictureIona Stuart

Always - Poetry

Remember the days, way back then,

When you were mine?

And it starts again.

The memories play, spinning the past,

Back when I was yours:

But it couldn’t last.

Things started to change, and fade a little too.

Yet whom can I blame?

It’s just what things do.

And I still mull things over, things I can’t hide,

Like how much I adore

Watching you in your stride.

But it’s a sorrowful joy, and this is quite true,

Because no matter what happens,

I’ll always love you.

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