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Apr 2016
Met in El Paso in the security line
I was headed back home and you were out of your mind
The heat was in both our eyes
Long nights and stale flights made it easy to say goodbye

Somewhere out on the eastern shores
You were waiting tables, going through strangers' doors
I stopped in one night for a drink
When you saw my face, you froze in place and tried to think

Met once more in a Catholic church
Where forever was promised that we would make it work
We'll meet once more, I know
Somewhere above, still in love, where all our loved ones go
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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