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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