It too passed like all the others
(Our blind adventure now behind)
Memories of bright days and laughter
And promises that failed the test
Are those framed moments in the closet?
Were they really us?
A time of happiness, of which
The ruthless clock could not care less
Is it the world, or is it us
That drives lovers slowly strange?
Or not so slowly in our case
As many others could attest
Endless days and endless nights
Now gone into the great abyss
Of adamant eternity
Scarred too by sins left unconfessed
Still, having in mind a perfect day
When you and I picnicked in time
I see you now, as I did then
Forever in your beauty blessed
Fitz
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