Lives apart, worlds between.
Golden moments seldom seen.
Heartache over years gone by.
Changes never made, but cried.
Then upon angelic song.
Deep of soul forever long.
A glimpse of what, expected been.
Aches the heart and soul - no sheen.
For ever quiet truth be told.
Gripping terrible, life must hold.
Dust to dust, with time between.
Glimmer of hope for new awakenings seen.
But as it stands, its just a dream.
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