We never talk anymore and my soul misses you.
There is something missing;
something has changed though neither of us talks about it.
We pretend and we are good at it.
I often wonder if you still love me at all or if I was just meant to be there in your heart for a brief space of time.
Love brief and intense as a falling star,
Love as fleeting as a bird’s song at twilight.
Beautiful, so beautiful but only for a short space of time.
Now you have forgotten all of that, I think.
Confused and lost, yet I dare not ask a question
whose answer might break my heart.
Because if your love was fleeting as a rainbow in the sky, mine is as eternal as the sun.
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