Our lunch is eaten
Our time is gone
We both must leave
To be on our way
The hardest part
Of being with you
Is saying goodbye
I watch as you drive away
My heart sinks
Like a boat in the harbor
The only good thing
Is that I know
That it will be you
Who'll raise it again
To set my spirits free
11-30-09/RJH
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