Time is a thief
Stealing memories of you
A bit at a time
Your laughter first
An insidious crime
The tilt of your head
The sound of your voice
Just a bit at a time
The smell of your hair
Insidious crime
I was holding so tightly
But it was all smoke
And time was the wind
An insidious crime
Memories stolen by time
I remember the pain
As fresh and as raw
As the day I lost you
Not lessened by time
An insidious crime
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