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In the hollows of my mind, there’s a distant dream of you and I sitting together on a porch swing



Talking and laughing of the years gone by, of falling in love and years of loving one another deep under the dark blue sky



My love for you will never fade; it just grows stronger and more cherished with each passing day



How I wish there were a way, to rewind time I would pray

far enough back that you might hear what I had to say



What I would do to hold you tight against my chest

thanking God each time I feel you take a breath



The endless pondering of what beauty we lost,

I never could have imagined what my past mistakes would cost



Now that distant dream of you and me,

sitting together on a porch swing

barely a scattered hope of the past that will simply never be



For I am now 93 and so 93 you too must be

The very last time we stared into each other’s eyes,

we were 40 yrs. old minus 3



The unraveled thoughts, days of joyful bliss

merely washed up old fantasies of a life I only wished



A love, the dream I wanted as mine,

Now I sit alone on the porch swing, empty, withering old,

my life nearly gone, out of time