It’s early
To early to mention
Days of sleep a thing of the past
Woke up quit but sweaty
My mind went on it’s private fast
I couldn’t stop thinking
Those moments
They slip, like water through time
Quicker then light
Just a flicker
Even toys with the blink of an eye
Truth, I must say is I miss her
At least what I thought she was
If she was here before me, what pleasure
The sands have escaped my grasp
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