With the realization we never make it to the lights.
Late at night when the world still glows
What we have is strong it shows.
A drizzle isn't the same
But the big picture is I am game.
Her face in my mind is overpowered and bloated.
But on this earth memories have floated.
With what we still share
In others' eyes we'll see glares.
But you said nothing else matters
So the frights we shall shatter.
In the dismal melancholy
With everything there is folly.
To hear the soft sweet voice
I'm left with only one choice.
When we're in the morrow
We may feel more or less sorrow.
But one day in a huff
We'll find smiling is enough.
J.
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