A Dreaded Moment
I never wanted to say it,
forever, I'd like to delay it,
that painful word,
gloom colored,
not only by sounds and tone,
but also nostalgia's drone,
because, after I do,
you'll say it, too,
then walk away
on this last day.
I know I'll see your face,
in every quiet place,
and, when I hear a song of love,
you'll be all I'm thinking of.
For a long while
I don't think I'll smile,
and life will be a hell,
because we must say farewell.
May 29, 1985
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