Tender Joe has fallen into a melancholy reverie over a glass of wine and photographs of an old love.
It has been a long time since he has allowed himself to indulge in memories such as these, and he falls into it like a fish over rapids.
Years have gone by,
But...I wonder if you
Go so often as I
Over memories bridge
To that far away land
Where once we kissed and sighed
And hand against hand
Vowed a love unending forever.
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