One day as I was walked,
and began to lose my sense of time,
a familiar yellow friend
found its way into my mind.
And when I saw
the sun in the trees
I had to stop there
and think
why,
why must all of this be?
But there was some comfort
in those broken rays
some stillness found in remembering
those long-forgotten days
those afternoons when we'd
hidden ourselves away
losing our memories
somewhere in the depths of May.
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