Time is slipping through my hands
As do memories of times come and gone
The feel of your skin
The scent of your presence faded not absent though minor
All I have are the crescendos and decrescendos of impressions
Like an unforgettable melody are the notes
The base plays striking chords deeper than the deepest of seas
The piano plays with the fluidity of heart strings
Cello bow swaying creating harmony that wraps all in warmth and sweetness
Percussively, melodically, unchangingly wondrous
Are the impressions of your heart and mind...
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