Despite what the old say,
For they are living through their memories,
With no thought for today,
Which stretches like your hair across your form,
While we remain apart,
Yet, still not reaching through the laptop screen,
'Cept through the secret portal to my heart,
And I could stretch it even further, still,
With thoughts of the future,
And the endless moments still yet to come,
Of waiting- still torture.
But yet, some day,
When we are one again,
I'll probably feel a thousand years old,
For time does fly with the right companion!
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