How to say goodbye to a shadow given breath
through her writing and her memory,
part fact and part fiction.
His presence filled the room,
where she thinks, writes, draws, creates,
they talked, laughed, danced, kissed,
and separated in silence.
The poetry is edited, inked,
Yet she's conflicted over the parting words,
stay a while longer?
No, it's time for her to move on,
And it's time for him to leave,
As if she ever had him.
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au revoir, mon ami.... |
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