As I sit beside the sea,
My thoughts run far behind.
Making way in the meandering lane,
Racing with the slipping time.
As I reach the forgotten world,
I dust my memories alive.
The joy, the touch, her last kiss,
Yes, I remember all tonight.
I wonder if she can feel,
The cut of pain in my soul.
Her thoughts strike my little heart,
As ocean does the shores.
Tears trickle down my cheek,
As my breaths still whispers her name.
There is nothing I can do it seems,
For once, I do feel so vain.
Yada Yada Yada! ♥
Originally written in 1995
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