I loved you
Once.
And that will never die.
It will live within me
Somewhere.
And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train
You'll cross my mind.
I'll think of our love
And how special it was.
So does love die?
No.
To avoid the pain
We hide it
Until it creeps into our mind
Sneakily
Teasingly
Reminding us of something special
With someone special.
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