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Sitting quietly on the lunchtime break

     in the room now empty of all

when quietly she does walk in

     and seeing her youth the memories begin

on the stage as auditions began

     as each of us tried out for one of the roles

and she was there and so was I

     the first time ever that we did meet

time together each learning are parts

     and time together when the rehearsals did end

of quiet walks and stops in the dark

     and quietly learning just who we were

we were so young together to be

     and others watching knew it should never be

I was not the one to grant her dreams

     and now I wonder if happy as she

time travels on and journeys I took

     many places and people did I see

and now I remember one I met

     and of the mysteries she did show me

together in darkness in places unknown

     she did guide me to places I knew do not

teaching of many things that might be

     in finding the places that I would not go

quietly I sit lost in memories

     watching her and wondering who she might be

wondering of her wants and of her dreams

     of just to and what might she be

so many have I known through the long years

     so many travels to places far and near

time spent together both long and short

     ending darkness when we drifted apart

memories fade and faces are lost

     names half remembered of each of them

of the places we went in all that we did

     when together long ago were we

now just an old man reminiscing am I

     gazing upon the young woman I see

as memories spring forth of all that I knew

     and I wonder of each of them

did they find love and have families

     children and grandchildren now do they have

and maybe faint fading memories

     thinking now and then remembering me

closing my eyes shaking my head

     setting aside the memories of them

wondering of the young woman I see

     and of the memories that one day she'll have