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         One day ends

         Then another begins

         Put them together

         They add up to a week

         Then a month

         And finally a year.

         The days at first were taken up with thoughts and memories

         Thoughts and memories of what we used to be

         Of what we were.

         At first I couldn’t have imagined moving on alone.

         But gradually things change,

         Hours go by

         Then a day goes by

         Without you constantly being present in my mind.

         I start to think of the future

         Realizing it’s about me,

         As you are no more.

         Guilty at first

         But this lasts briefly

         As the now is the moment

         And that’s where I am.

         The nights are no longer as long,

         I look forward to tomorrow.

         I can see a future

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