comment by fallingleaves

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I wrote this stream of conciousness thing on Thursday:

I walked one day upon the canal,

Sun shone brightly through dappled leaves.

The willow wept for days gone by and never to come again.

So many things I will never see again,

atmospheres so fresh in mind they feel like they only happened yesterday.

Love came and went just like the tide that ebbs and flows.

We built a boat together and sailed it far and wide.

Sadness brought that boat to shore and we went our separate ways.

Those places we visited are still in my head and that is where they will remain.

You may be gone but I’m still here.