The Mirror of Touch

It will always be in memory
The walks we walked
The talks we talked
The way we teased each other
And silently cared for one another

Even though we are going to be
Soon out of touch
Still that warmth will be felt
Without thinking much

Wrote these words for you
Intuitively, I saw my reflection in you
Like the echoes are heard
Into the deep blue

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