As I sieve through the photographs,
Each moment vividly comes up,
And with it another thousand moments,
It’s hurting my head, to realize,
That such moments will never be created again.

Do you remember when I complained once,
That you should stop loving me so much,
Lest I become used to it,
You smiled at me and told me straight,
Take it for as long as you are getting it.
I now realize how true that was,
How none of that will ever happen again,
I miss you, now ever more than before,
And wish you were there beside me,

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