Friday, October 18, 2013

As Separate Springs Turn To Separate Summers

I have seen you before,
But rarely this beautiful.
I have seen you before,
But rarely this happy.
I have seen you before,
With others just like him.
I've seen more than enough
To know it won't last long.
I'm glad you're happy now,
But not as glad as when he's gone.

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