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May 2012
Walking along the train tracks,
leaves rustle beneath my feet.
There's no looking back,
I'm moving on.

Earth is a pretty big place,
for two people to meet.
Feels as big as space,
yet somehow, we met.

And somehow, we stayed together,
somehow, we stayed strong.
You promised me forever,
I held on to every word.

But forever didn't last,
didn't last long at all.
Now you're the past,
and I'm moving on.

I may not be strong,
but I'm moving on.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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