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Nov 2012
I left him sleeping where he lay
Preparing my heart to walk away
Tearing down walls we built so high
No words to explain, no tears to cry

He said hold on, but I couldn't wait
All his promises were made too late
Dreams of a dreamer and empty poet
He saved my life, but didn't know it

Once, I took the hand he held out for me
Trusting me with all, setting him free
With words of love written in our eyes
We knew we would never speak of goodbye

Strangers now, where hope lives alone
Buried in the dark, cold as stone
With nothing more to give, I turned my head
I left him sleeping, in our timeworn bed.
Tru Baker
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