Departure - Poem by Lorene Kinsey
He told me it’d get easier
to see him on his way,
but sorrow is no friend of mine
I know he just can’t stay.
The night before he leaves
he pulls me to his breast
embracing for the times to come
and all the times we’ve missed.
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