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Moving Day

March 20, 2013

Surrounded by boxes
Of things from our past;
I never did think that
We never would last.

No one ever dreams
Of a short life together,
But time affects love
Like wind does a feather.

Love changes directions;
It rises and falls.
There are moderate breezes
And terrible squalls.

I’ll never forget
All the good times we had.
Unfortunately I’ll never
Forget all the bad.

On our last day together
There’s not much to say,
So neither of us says it
Before we drive away.


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