un/meant to be

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And perhaps, though unrequited
A part of me will live on
Loving a version of you
In perpetual existence

Remaining a beloved character
Among the pages of this story
A silhouette of you standing,
Always wanting, always dreaming

When all was said and done
We part ways at day one
Forlorn wishes, souls departing
Drifting through ripples of time

Preserved, perhaps stranded
Nestled, clawing on the edges
With yester years waiving
Collecting fragments of us fading

~fin

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