The long ride home
A melody unknown
Moments alone
Sweep me into our past again
Evenings cold, melancholy
Desire a stroll along memory
Impossible flights of fantasy
Still conjure in my mind, in vain
Sensation of a lost touch lingers
Your warm hand squeezing these fingers
Of a 'return', is this a harbinger?
The 'last' pleasure or lasting pain?
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