How to say goodbye to you,
How to turn and walk away,
Knowing I’ll never see your smile again,
Never hear your voice from this day,
A rolling stone, they tell me,
Does not grow green tis true,
I wonder now, as I drown in your eyes,
See your heart aching with strained sinew,
Your hair, unkempt, hurriedly brushed,
Your lips dried out with anguish,
And shortened breaths, your shaking words,
How different to the laughter I miss.
D.R.PENNY 2013
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