One day we can sit together,

in a quiet garden with no flowers,

with white statues watching us.

Then we can remember

our many attempts at love

while a pale sun hits our hearts

and a cold breeze kisses us.

One day we can remember

and cry for lost hours,

smile at our escapades fondly

and then return to ourselves.

Lost in each other for a while

we may still find the sealed door

that guards time and memory.

And maybe then we can open it

and dare cross it together.---

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