Sixty Minutes

Four words away,
From a dream coming true.
Four words away,
From a life starting anew.

Memories appear
Each second my mind wanders
Through the events that brought a smile,
Through all the good things ever said.

But they land on the moments of guile.
Where dreams become shattered
With grass blowing in the wind.
Where life turns red
Seeing a face as it grinned.

Gone were the love letters
Replaced with a form letter.
Replaced with a new day
Gone were the pains.

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