I see a face in the mists of memory
smiling at my surprise, laughing at my expense
Familiar, yet unknown
So lovable once, but now hidden in clouds,
or are these the tears in my eyes.
Gone are the days when his touch gave joy,
now just to think of him gives pain.
He has played this game of pleasure and pain
and gone foreveras I wait for him in vain.
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