I am walking down memory lane,
the one I met first, but never last;
still deep in every lonely day,
lost deeper, and remembering all the way…
Retrospective, travelling this time —
the one in my worst, and forever;
friend, or beloved — but the one;
and whether I lost or won, still the last one…
Drifting through one more memory,
I wanted, but never the way;
and I wondered, long, for one,
and ended up with a lost beloved…
All the way through this journey,
one has been there, all the way;
once a friend, a beloved, a friend again —
but the start, and the end, with me.
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