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We once loved, and then that love left;
and yet, the memory of that love is left.

You were once all to me
but now there is nothing
beside what’s been left,
a memory that’s bereft,
I could wish be gone;
but that is not allowed,
it is not mine to choose -
a memory I cannot lose

© D G Moody 2022, 2023