I'll be right here
When the last snow is
But a memory and
Daffodils push through
Once trampled sod.
Right here,
Looking through a lace
Curtain veil,
Dampened by my tears.
I am standing too close to the edge
Of your absence.
You left forgetting to say good-bye,
So, I'll be right here,
When you return,
As you must!
Right here, to tell you face to face,
I don't care,
Any more!
(A Poet Who Loves To Sing)
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