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The light shines through the trees
I fall to my knees
As he whispers his final goodbye
A part of me is about to die

He walks away slowly
I lift my head numbly
He walks out of sight
I half lift myself off the ground with fright

How could he go?
Did he not know?
My love. How could he walk away?
My life. How could he go astray?

I watch as he leaves
Whispering a desperate “Please”

I am dying.




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