Soon

Soon
05/24/2005

Sometimes a sentence
Sometimes a word
Ushers the sadness that creases my face
Sitting alone with a solemn pen
Knowing you are far away
So I wave to the darkness
Wondering how you have been
Realizing soon we will not touch again
And soon we will not see again
And soon I will miss you
still.

zss

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