She disappeared into the fog
Taking with her so many memories
She will come back, he thought
Her final image was etched into his eyes
That silhouette, obscured by clouds
She will come back, he thought
Time cannot be spent, only wasted on longing
Nothing has any meaning to the waiting heart
She will come back, he thought
Through ghostly,regretful nights
And interrogatively bright days
She will come back, he thought
One day she did return
Identical to the holy etched image
She has come back, he thought
Reaching out to touch her he couldn't breathe
But she retreated, no longer his to touch
She came back, he thought, but her heart did not.
And he could breathe again.
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