What if when I close my eyes, you slowly disappear?
If memories are traitors, how will I keep you near?
What if time's my enemy and it steals my grief away?
So that I hurt a little less, with every passing day.
What if my perceptions, fade with every passing year,
your blue eyes become less vivid, your voice I strain to hear?
What if I start losing you, evanescent with passage of time?
Your jokes I still remember........... now I forget the punch-line.
They say time makes it easier, platitudes to soothe,
Well let me tell you this, its so far from the truth.
If existence is a time-line,running linear and straight,
every year you're further away, I guess that's what I hate
If memories are traitors, how will I keep you near?
What if time's my enemy and it steals my grief away?
So that I hurt a little less, with every passing day.
What if my perceptions, fade with every passing year,
your blue eyes become less vivid, your voice I strain to hear?
What if I start losing you, evanescent with passage of time?
Your jokes I still remember........... now I forget the punch-line.
They say time makes it easier, platitudes to soothe,
Well let me tell you this, its so far from the truth.
If existence is a time-line,running linear and straight,
every year you're further away, I guess that's what I hate
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