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Graceful Hello
As our graceful hello
Turns to a desolate goodbye,
I begin to regret a dream
That never came to life.
These lessons we’ve learned
Forever in the back of our minds
Residing behind clutter
Of everyday thoughts we call reality.
History begins to repeat
And we find ourselves
In what was thought to be the past
As it becomes our future once more.
We met so happily
Yet depart sorrowful.
Our lives separate
For our paths divide.
This life we shall live
Never to cross paths.
As our graceful hello
Turns to a desolate goodbye.
lovely poem
I know how you were feeling when you wrote this poem, I've been there more times than I could count. You've got really good talent :), keep it up :)