On this Monday afternoon,
I can see the trees in my room being delighted with the warmth of the day.
Similar to the blissful moment I recall from our best days,
However, nice things don't seem to last very long, do they?
Everything was so perfect up until it all came to an abrupt halt.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
