The Hold

The fields look different this time
They look sadder, breaks my heart
Each time I pass them going away
See shared dreams slipping by slowly
But there’s a part of me that knows
Knows that things could change still

And I cling to the hopes
What I once had known
Its not the future nor the past
Time means nothing to me
Rather its the memories
How I wish I could continue to see

As these fields turn bold
Your love feels cold
But as does the spring
So too do I hold
That it can still be
Given room to breathe
Seen to regrow
Precious to behold

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