Tears turn my eyes into kaleidoscope
patterns and shapes. I never expected
to see your soul swinging from a false rope
while the old parts of you were reflected
in pictures and letters of commitment.
Something made you search, and your restlessness
prompted you to take an intermission
with me and two lives filled with happiness.
Perfect hands pulled us from a distant deep;
newborn sighs brought calm reverie to play.
Each moment with you was only to keep
your coming end of past traveling days
This facade has torn the real you apart,
but I will mend you back into my heart.
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