As i approach the cemetery gates, i see, they are narrow.
Thankfully i carry little baggage, i also walk alone.
Yet there is room beside me to fit through, but i have
yet to find someone who can keep up.
Most fall behind or slip because of the baggage they carry.
Lost love is still love,
It just takes on a different form
MEMORY
It becomes your new partner
Thus nurture it, hold it, dance with it
Life has to end, Love doesn't
ps. be thankful for all that has past, as it makes you who you are today
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