Since the last time I spoke with her
many sleepless hours have passed.
The stars have shifted their axis,
several births have passed. Rebirths.
In the life where love once was,
where there were so many fulfilled dreams,
where there was that exquisite time
of two souls coming close, staying close.
Since the last time I spoke with her,
for generations, fathers, grandfathers
have kept searching, restlessly,
for that hour of sitting face to face.
How cruel!
Time moves on, carrying its cruel reality.
Eternity.
That hour never comes.
Eternity passes on.
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