Nostalgia

Who is him?
I don't know
Just a dream?
Perhaps so
Does he exists?
Not anymore
Why I miss him?
I'm not sure
I'm in love
With a ghost
That was gone
Long ago
Years before
I was born
He had drowned
Now he is cold
Time made a mistake
Separating us
We never even met
Love for us is lost

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