fade
it's sad how
treasured memories
slip away
slowly
ever so slowly
like a lover you want to hold
fading.
dearest dear diary
a writing,
an attempt to preserve
the unpreservable
tenderly.
For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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