Cycles
You can’t say it
I can’t think it
things left and revisited
things loved and lost
broken then mended
understood then mislead
we fall to circumstance and distance
to youth and hopeless love
but it’s endless.
Changes and turns
grown and ensures
gives comfort and passion
hope and promise
challenges and confronts
the very things you can’t say and I can’t think.
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