When I look back to the beginning I think of your smile.
I think of how for a moment life was worthwhile.
I think of the way you held my hand,
kissed me softly, and could always understand.
I think of the day you looked at me and our eyes met.
These are the things I'll never forget.
But now when I see my reflection and I look into my own eyes, I
think of how I lost you.
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