We parted ways
on the 9th of October
when the sun was about to set
and my mind was on the other side of town.
You walked me
towards the bus
and I looked at you
with the same smile
hopeful, but content.
We bid farewell
and you took your time
I didn't know
it would be the last time.
'til we meet again.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
