It's the years that we have spent
Gathering memories
Like gold dust to ward away
Loneliness
It's not the broken hearts
It's the ice cream and philosophy
At 3 a.m.
Waiting for a taxi to
Shared bedtime stories
It's not the tears shed
It's the honey we have hand fed
One another's souls
To drown our bitterness
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