Bittersweet

 BITTERSWEET 

This time of year

the nights grow longer

and the days shorter.

It is the season of my birth,

and I feel as if I should be going home.

But I just can't arrive.

It is in a faraway land,

and it is further away 

in another time.

Bittersweet are those memories 

of persons, places and things

that can never be, ever again,

in this world.

C'est la vie.

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