That wan look,
The lost look of love,
Frozen in time like a wasp trapped in amber…
A smile of fond memories
With a touch of longing regrets,
Abound when a man reminisces,
Journey's back and loses himself in thoughts
about a certain woman,
An absentee still with the vitals,
One who’d given something dear
But now holds far off,
Something that cost even more…
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