I knew it wasn’t real and that I’d been there before, but some dreams you can’t stop. She waved one last time as her car passed the big tree, and then grew smaller on my horizon. I ran trying to catch one last glimpse, feeling the morning dew turn to tears as her car disappeared. Left behind, but not forgot we all have soft tender moments in our lives we treasure and keep wrapped within our souls. Caressed / by a memory / I blow a kiss / to a love of long ago
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