Never Love

Conclusions are for the future

Memories for the dead

And lessons make the teacher.

Kneeling down in the grass

Watching crisp leaves scatter

And let soft tears pass.

Lick lips once moistened by yours

Forgetting for a moment

How the struggle soars

It was never love

Just the missing feeling

Of fitting someone like a glove

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