Time elapsed
left its trace
what once was just a lavender field
now mapped with a deep ravine
and just an empty time
since we drew a line.
Memory’s stuck
of mist, fragrance and you
of those moments few
I turn around and glance
on those days of prance.
Moments rolled on
yet has still got me trapped
I do not want to see
that you are not you
and me is not me.
You are you
what time has made you
Me is me
what time has made me.
I stir, yell and scream
to free me and to restore
awake from my dream
and erase this lingering scent.
Yet, I just want to be
just stuck in that lavender field
where you are just you
and me is just me.
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