For a Loved One

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There is always that one time, that one special time, among all the others,

The seconds, minutes, and hours of that one day.

But it is not forever. It dissipates, disappears.

Only a memory is left.

Not the touch or feel or hug or kiss of that loved one.

Only the imagination of it.

Were we able to recapture the reality of that one time, that one day,

Their absence would not be as terribly felt.

Were we allowed to revisit that one time, that one day on a regular basis,

To actually touch or feel or hug or kiss that loved one,

We would have that to look forward to, rather than the days without them.

But that is not to be, to move from imagination to reality.

If you still have the time, remember this well.

Time is constantly moving, and that one special time does not happen again.

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