And If I had a minute,
A single one, to finally explain,
It would be as I’ve dreamed
And cast into words again

Just to see thee once more
Painted in a mirror’s frame,
In a stolen photograph’s lore
For all my time the same

And if I could find a way
To truly halt the hours
And elude the meaning’s sway,
A whisper would hold the power,

Now that I walk alone
Through a melancholic reign,
Now that e’en the sun hath flown
Since thou didst departed ‘n pain

And they call it love,
I name it the daily chain.

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