Soon after
memories come
flashing back
With sweet
words, "Come
find me."
Yet no
matter how
one tries.
They were
ever elusive.
At times
at the
tip of
our tongue,
A certain
lyrical tune.
A sweet
scented perfume.
A vague
passing silhouette.
Those enticing
fleeting moments,
we can
only have
pictures of.
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