I miss the day's of " let's make do" who thought I ever would.
The night time walk back through the park crossing the bridge into the dark.
I spoke of nights together and how we would be free, to love and live in a foreign land and you were close to me.
The house we shared together had nothing in it new, a lick of paint but no complaint you said just " let's make do."
Tomorrow was years away, and yesterday long gone, departed to another life, dismantled eclipsed outshone.
The feeling of a memory something to renew,
now I remember frosty nights and holding tight to you.
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