Past and Gone

August was an age ago,
our day of parting, a distant dream,
a luminous love that consumed only one,
a faded hope that ceased to gleam.

December’s close, so long ago
a gift of closure that came too late
chance encounters that tear me down
how many instances insinuate fate?

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