Fading Memories
I hold a picture in my wrinkled hand
Incessant tears flow like a restive stream
I make no efforts to hold them back
They continue to trace my sallow cheeks
The picture holds remnants of friendship
Its fragments scattered with passage of time
Distances slowly grew between us
There's no hope of our paths ever crossing
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