I hate forever to bid you adieu,
Not right now, not like this;
Yet watch I must as paths anew
Call you toward greater bliss.
Two score days will I see you more,
And then your visage is all that’s left.
Your name will be one by the door,
The one I’ll look for; sad, bereft.
Its not sad that you would go;
For despite my insanity (some),
I did but always know
Someday this had to come.
Its the anguish instead I feel
Knowing I never told you all,
That what I am is every bit real,
Short, but love in no way small.
As you will move away this time
Your return is all I seek to find,
A fool, yes, worth every dime;
Till then will wait - my heart, my mind.
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