Like the waves washing up on the shore,
That’s the way our story goes
Our paths cross for moments at a time
With each encounter, there’s an exchange
There are parts of me that stay with you and parts of you that come with me
Till the next time, that is all we hold on to
Hoping that the next time will be more than a passing moment
But it never happens
Instead this is all we have
Passing moments and the memories they create
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