I walked past the place today.
The place I've known.
The feel of it has changed.
It is pulled outside time.
Distorted. Dreamlike. Surreal.
Our ghosts are still there.
Standing still waiting.
Eyes connected.
Hands clasped.
Souls lost in translation.
Echoes could have been harmonies.
I can trace our outlines with the fingers of my memory.
Ask me in eternity.
We'll be there still.
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