a fortnight comes to close
on our imperfect masterpiece
no surprise or regrets in its embrace
a dance, a movie and a drink
all that stands to tell
of the few moments spent
to close and fast to last
this is the reason you gave
justified in its reason
a dull sort of loss
edging away at my emotions
friendly conversation and advice, a lie
a future I can not see
how am I to plan?
I miss it all
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