to lost loves (or, love in random)

there was a time
when everything reminded me
of your presence
your touch
your warmth
your smile and laughter

the leaves
gently floating down
an eternity in a moment

the rain
the wind-swept sight
of silent concrete
a comforting darkness

clouds
the azure sky
the crimson sunsets
common perhaps
plebian perhaps
cliched perhaps

but no words
can express
love is in the loving
it is in the giving
not the saying

and you are not there anymore

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