its force is hard to bear
so we keep it away.
things we failed to hear
creeps up in an unusual way.
moments we shared,
time that was lost;
everything we cared,
comes around at last.
like the fog that refuses to dissolve
like that hound that follows the scent
it haunts us without any resolve
skeletons of our present
a mixture of hope and pain
served after so long
will hit us like a train
shows us where we belong
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