The night goes long,
The sight gets strong.
Once seen, a face
Gets difficult to erase.
A word not spoken,
A step, not taken.
This feeling still lingers,
A longing ,my life, still hinders.
The last goodbye,
Etched that face to my eye,
Until the next hello,
It won’t mellow.
I wish to see,
That face, beauty,
The distance between,
Though far, may seem.
That face, that face,
I wish to see.
That face, that face,
Difficult, to erase.
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