The echo of two hearts
drifting down the hall,
and all the darling days
we skipped arm in arm,
like children;
no more.
All the beauty of our yesterday,
I remember you.
Fondly,
I remember the darling days,
and I smile
as I crack down the middle
again.
Another fork in the road.
Another road of destiny
to travel.
Without you.
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