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Jan 2013
He would always say goodbye
every morning every night

He would always say take care
Brush his fingers through her hair

Months together turned to days
The last week was just a haze

For so long as they could stand
He reached out to hold her hand

They knew he'd leave in a week
So he kissed her on the cheek

Told her softly 'now take care'
Brushed his fingers through her hair

Then with one last heartful sigh
He took a breath and said goodbye

Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013
Lalachan
Written by
Lalachan  Japan
(Japan)   
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