I have your memory
It belongs to me
Documented with photographs
Carefully printed and stored
I dive back into you
Into your arms and into your smiles
Was it ever that way?
My pictures of you were a map
A Shangri La of happiness
That I marked out in
My imagination
Softly setting aside
The misunderstanding and pain
The drifting of our times past
I have you in front of me
As it was
As it will be
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