He had

Walked into

A place where

They had their

First date

He had forgotten

Things with

Time change

Just like the

Gray in his hair

The air was cold

And the walls

Were bare and

Yet remained

The same table

And chair they

Sat at memories

Like bubbles

Filled the air

With moments

And then

vanished in

time, feeling

There was no

Time to waste

And nothing

More there

Holding it in

His hands

He left it all

There and

Made way to

Finish the

Rest of


In another



(And then…

the hands of

time started up

& began

Ticking away once




left it

All behind…)



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