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I went back to our sanctuary
Amongst the greenery
Where our initials on the tree
Marked this our private property
Our white wooden bench, empty
Calling out for long-lost company
Forever waiting patiently
For us who loved so faithfully
Now here I stand aged and weary
My shaky spotted hand holding up my memory
Attempting to align it with the bench, carefully
I can almost hear you laugh, loud and merrily
The warmth of our hands wrapped tenderly
You whisper softer than the buzzing bee
The blue-bird's song interrupts my dream
Returned me to my true reality
I went back to our sanctuary
Amongst the greenery
A feeling known only by the lonely
Through blurried eyes, I still kept smiling
Dear Photograph,
Thank you for everything.
Amongst the greenery
Where our initials on the tree
Marked this our private property
Our white wooden bench, empty
Calling out for long-lost company
Forever waiting patiently
For us who loved so faithfully
Now here I stand aged and weary
My shaky spotted hand holding up my memory
Attempting to align it with the bench, carefully
I can almost hear you laugh, loud and merrily
The warmth of our hands wrapped tenderly
You whisper softer than the buzzing bee
The blue-bird's song interrupts my dream
Returned me to my true reality
I went back to our sanctuary
Amongst the greenery
A feeling known only by the lonely
Through blurried eyes, I still kept smiling
Dear Photograph,
Thank you for everything.
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