the days came and went by,
running along with your memory,
the further the days strolled
the further your memory receded
at the back of my head
in the secret compartment
I store mathematical formulas
formula I have never used
all alone, I think of you
the dark haze,
the maze of steps
that lead to you
and i am lost, lost in the wonder
of how we stopped loving, being us
but it is life
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