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I climbed to the top

of the old hay loft,

just to get away

and lay in the hay.

I think of you as I lie here,

dreaming of you my dear.

I am taken back to the

carefree days, when we both

used to lie here

wasting away the day,

and basking together in

the pure existence of each other,

feeling so relaxed.

We would join our minds

to carry us off to a far away place,

not caring where as long

as we were in the same space.

We would face each other

and stare for what seemed like hours

into each others eyes,

realizing that we had  never felt so much alive.

Where did it all go?

I just don’t know.

I miss those times that we shared.

The times we loved and so declared.

It seems that I can still

almost smell your scent,

just maybe a hint

that still lingers.

Probably just from missing you so.

I think I’ve had enough and should go.

I climb down the ladder

from the loft

all covered in hay.

Coming here is something that I find 

I must do,

sometimes just to remember.

It seems to in some ways get me

back on track,

but it keeps me wanting you back.

A vicious cycle that I must break.

I have got to do it for my own sake.

Letting go of the past

is mine to do,

but I really do miss you.