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How Many Miles

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The sweetest fire turns to smoke,
Even the truest vows are broke.
Time is a thief with gentle hands,
It takes away what it understands.

We laugh, we cry, we hold, we part,
Every ending leaves its mark.
But memory softens, fades away,
And life still blooms another day.

Everything’s forgotten, even love so true,
That’s the sorrow, that’s the view.
But in the fading, life begins,
A door that closes lets another in.

A kiss, a touch, a fleeting name,
One day they won’t ignite the flame.
But isn’t it grace, isn’t it strange,
How loss itself makes room for change?

We ache, we heal, we let it go,
And learn again what hearts can know.
The cruelest truth, the sweetest art:
Forgetting is how we restart.

Everything’s forgotten, even love so true,
That’s the sorrow, that’s the view.
But in the fading, life begins,
A door that closes lets another in.

It’s sad, it’s bright, it cuts, it frees,
A river flowing to the seas.
We mourn the past, yet still we breathe,
And find new love beneath the grief.

Everything’s forgotten, even love so true,
That’s the sorrow, that’s the view.
But in the fading, life begins,
And every ending lets another in.

How Many Miles

Chelsea Searce