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He called me "Sugah", 'cause I'm sweet?

Or Southern?   Who can tell?

We both were vulnerable, both were weak,

But managed to act well.

He told me many secret things.

Said I would not forget him.

Too close, I broke connection then,

But I will not regret him.

Two lives that touched for one brief time,

Then went their separate ways,

Shared more in one short instant,

Than combined all other days.

I know that Fate must have a mean

And spiteful sense of humor.

To let a soul so loving die

Inside him like a tumor.

But life goes on and changes come

And now I see the sun.

But I will n'er regret the joy

I shared with such a one.