And when time passes
When we live our futures
In the hands of another
When our lives became
Those with others
Anew
Will you remember me
Will I remember you
Will we be able to forget
What we knew we did
Or will our futures
Be told of what we swore
To take to the grave
I'm asking darling
If our future lives
Will include each other
I'm asking darling
If the people we then love
Will know of us
Of our love
Our now dead
Love
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
