Time moves on, not caring
who enters or leaves our lives.
It's been two years now
since you died.
Time drifts on, regardless -
and each fresh sorrow
leaves its scars.
One season dissolves into
the next -
one year becoming yet another.
The happy moments will continue
to come
and go,
as time moves on -
mechanically,
not really caring
who enters or leaves
our insignificant lives.
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