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Lost Love
She was the best part of my day
Your banner flashing across my screen
What a giddy rush
Like opening my first Christmas presents
You’ve cannibalized my thoughts
These neurons fire only for you
Encapsulating your beauty and charm
In those special moments we shared
Perfectly preserved and timeless like a pristine fossil
Life is dull without your brightness,
Cascading over me like a warm blanket
The daily monotonous minutia is mind numbing
Your memory breaks the routine if only briefly
The memories are all that is left
Pushed me out and locked the door
Pushed the blame and absolved yourself
And yet my love for you endures
Pining for your affections
Like a baby grasping desperately for his mother
I dream we reconnect one day
Unexpectedly ecstatic of the chance encounter
Energetically sharing life stories with each other
Like we once did
Forgetting the pain and remembering the organic connection
These vivid dreams feel so realistic
Delivering the same giddiness
Santa once did on Christmas Day
But I don’t want to wake up
Because it will end as it did many months prior
Don’t wake me, I’m not dreaming
Your banner flashing across my screen
What a giddy rush
Like opening my first Christmas presents
You’ve cannibalized my thoughts
These neurons fire only for you
Encapsulating your beauty and charm
In those special moments we shared
Perfectly preserved and timeless like a pristine fossil
Life is dull without your brightness,
Cascading over me like a warm blanket
The daily monotonous minutia is mind numbing
Your memory breaks the routine if only briefly
The memories are all that is left
Pushed me out and locked the door
Pushed the blame and absolved yourself
And yet my love for you endures
Pining for your affections
Like a baby grasping desperately for his mother
I dream we reconnect one day
Unexpectedly ecstatic of the chance encounter
Energetically sharing life stories with each other
Like we once did
Forgetting the pain and remembering the organic connection
These vivid dreams feel so realistic
Delivering the same giddiness
Santa once did on Christmas Day
But I don’t want to wake up
Because it will end as it did many months prior
Don’t wake me, I’m not dreaming
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