there in the past we were, but here,
there's sameness, and there's tiredness;
you watch romantic movies, and
it isn't all that hard to guess
that you wish you were somewhere else.
it's not to wave our life away:
just to be back inside the new
when good-surprises led the day,
and we were young. that thing we lose
when careless years stack up on years,
and we have less from which to choose
in laughs, and far too much in tears.
i wish that i could give you now
the things you miss -- i miss them too --
but every day is like a gauge
that falls, until the fuel is through.
perhaps, a better use of time,
is then to say what love can say:
i'm here, i'll sit and watch with you,
and we, at least, can share each sacred
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a good thought and I like the way you put it …so embrace each day as though it is your first and your last…