Blue hand holding onto pink hand's fingertips tenderly.

With you

There are dreams that I cannot recall,

Trapped here, wedged deep in my mind.

There are faces that I cannot recall,

Tempting and skirting, yet untouchable.

There are voices and words and stories that I cannot recall,

Old age and weakness comes easy.

There will come faces and names that are there but not really there

There may even come a day where memories of you disappear

But I will remember how right it is.

How easy it is, how comforting it is,

To be with you.

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