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No matter what
The years
May
Whisper
In my ear,
There will be
Surprises
Still.
There are
Nights
That hide
Unopened
Gifts,
Days
That wait
For me
In unmatched
Colours;
And yet
Your
Eyes
Will always
search
The space
Between us
With silent
Hope.
I am
Old
Now
And shedding
Memories
Like leaves
In autumn,
But
Those that
Remain
Seem
New
Sometimes.
I do not
Seek
To know
The reason
Though-
That
They
And
You
Are here
Again
Is quite
Enough
To see me
Through
Until
I’m not.