I like to think of our time together as a place.
A place that nobody else in the history of time,
can ever go.
It's our special place;
At least it was.
Like with all moments in time,
We walk from room to room,
Without stopping to enjoy just one.
I know that one day, you'll try to re-trace your steps,
And visit our place.
But I won't be waiting for you,
And there will be nothing to go back to.
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