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you
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a
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me.
Reflection: This is a romantic-themed poem where the contemplator is haunted by the memory of a past romance in the days of youth and is largely a reflection of the romantic ease frequently experienced in our younger days – something which seems to get more difficult and far less frequent as we age. In the days of youth, romance was largely a focus – but as time marches on we become weighed down by guilt, insecurities, responsibilities, and competing priorities. So, it seems that even if we could recreate the exact same romantic scenes and events from the past that still haunt us today, we might still not be able to do anything different which might make them last – and, in fact, we might not experience them at all because we are different people today. I wrote this poem using a much-loved, chill-out lounge song (“Beyond the Sunset” by Jo Manji – which was an excellent Cafe del Mar Volume 9 track [(Chillout Downtempo) | Beyond The Sunset | Jo Manji (Cafe Del Mar Vol.9)]. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.