Styx
When each strand of our hair is blanched by age
I wonder if we would still remember sweet little things
like a first kiss and a friend’s touch?
At that moment
would we still remember each other?
I wish time would be frozen,
staying as it is so that there can be no forgetting,
yet time flows
either bringing us along with its ripples
or leaving us behind.
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