Over and over again

It's springtime again, oh what fun
I'm sitting here on a bench reading in the sun

Warm beams play happily upon my face
Daffodils are blooming, full of grace

The fresh-cut grass smells so sweet
I close my eyes and listen to birdsong; what a treat

But our last words ring out once again
Flooding sad memories through my brain

A black cloud suddenly darkens the sky
Making tears like raindrops threaten my eyes

It's springtime again, I'm sitting here in the sun
Wishing those awful words could be undone

And I ask myself once again
Will time ever wash away the pain?

Ivydall
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