It’s happening again;
these wayward feelings
seeking comfort in the night.
Listening to the rain
beckoning a return
to dreams; expectations
whispering in our ears.
These long summer nights
are coming to an end; the
promise is a lie that we hoped
to obtain.
We said goodnight to hide
the truth; we will never
see each other again.
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Nice Poem π
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