Tuesday December 11, 2001 at 09:19 pm

I hate the fact that the smell in the air right now is that of the perfume she wore the last time I saw her. Not that i don’t want to, I do, but the fact remains, I doubt she will. Knowing that, the smell will linger not just in the air but in my mind till the end of my days and will always remind me….

The Flame

A flame is lit, at the end of this road

A flame to honor the times we shared

A flame to reassure me how much I care

A flame reminiscent of the red and white rose

A flame to signifying of the path you chose

A flame to light a path into the unknown void I pursue

A flame to remind me how much I will dearly miss you

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