A flutter of emotions enters into my heart
When wanting to express them, I think: Oh, but where to start?
I cannot always figure out if it's good or bad to reminisce
Is it happiness or sadness I feel when I read of that bliss?
Does anything I hold dear last?
Will everything repeat the words "It's only in the past" ?
I then remember that glance of genuine care and worry
Those words that tell me you will hurry
To stay up late and listen
To advise and console
And all those things I'm truly missin'
Feel like less of a black hole.
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