Reach out and touch

Reach out and touch by Purpur: memory prose

I am always reminded of one particular moment in my past when listening to this song: we are in your car, returning from somewhere, talking, listening to my tapes. Today the memory makes me very sad. You are gone for ever. How knew, at the time, that your time on Earth would be so short? If we had known, what would have been different? I am not so good with words and cannot describe my feelings, but I know I am sad for you. My passing love.

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