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Our Tale

Here in my hands, I hold this brand new book.
The story we wrote, a story of me and you.
Isn’t it lovely? It sure leaves me breathless.
All the love we had, it just seems so endless.

Look where we met, remember that day?
“It was just perfect” is what you would say.
But I cannot hear you, you’ve left my side.
It is such a painful thing, my love, to write.

The last word is written, the tale is now over.
But I’ll keep it with me, pull it a little closer.
I’ll read it and keep it in mind every day.
Though I will skip the part where you walked away.

• 29 March 2012
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