In the distance of time,
in the distance of time between you and me,
there is beauty in silence,
there is silence in beauty,
and reflection of a magnitude rarely felt,
and in the silence,
I long to reach out my hand to yours,
but it is nowhere to be seen,
and it is but a muscle memory,
a remembrance of that connection to you,
a remembrance of our love so true,
a remembrance of what love can be,
and in the distance of time,
and in the distance of time between you and me,
there is beauty in silence,
and there is silence in beauty,
and there is pain,
and there is such emptiness, and such loneliness,
and such despondency,
and how I wish I was with you,
how I wish I was with you, but sadly, it was not to be,
and I feel the loss of you every day,
and it just will not go away,
and you are so far away,
but all I can do is live in memories and dreams,
and all I can do is think of the good times that we had,
and though they say time is a healer,
all I can do at this moment is live a little regretfully.
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