Whispers in the night.
Connections growing.
Realisations by the bed
Take control of me.
Starting to fall
But with a lot of fears.
Becoming a ghost
To avoid the tears.
In the Lost and Found
For ten years.
How did a simple question
Restarted the gears?
Voices and faces
Stayed the same.
It seemed like it was yesterday
That I moaned your name.
Picking things up
Seems easy and intense.
Promising each other:
No more past tense.
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