The Sun May Set on Days Half Done

The truest friends, how few they are.
Still time, it seems, must take them far
to God knows where and never care
how great it's been or if it's fair.

The stories now upon my lips
recall the magic and the bliss.
A brief hello can leave so much,
a lingering laugh, a lasting touch.

The sun may set on days half done
and brighten the hours through which we've come.
Time left behind the seed it grew.
You're part of me.
I'm part of you.

No use in yearning for returns
if what is lost in losing burns.
I'll let my memories offer light,
not wrestle fate and lose the fight.

The sun may set on days half done
and brighten the hours through which we've come.
Time left behind the seed it grew.
You're part of me.
I'm part of you.

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