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Apr 2013
As I become a memory, you become a verse.
The burden that you bear for me
Becomes a new day's curse.
We gave each other everything: time, faith, and trust.
We ignored the song of loneliness,
The scent and allure of lust.

As the scene shifted, your role began to change.
Your commitment felt lifted,
Your affection felt strange.
The shot clock expired, the title match done...
After the events that transpired,
You also lost your sense of fun.

So what's next for me, I don't know.
The things I want to see,
The places I want to go.
All of these things I will firmly hold true.
But the joy these will bring,
Won't match the joy I got from you.
Nolan Davis
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Nolan Davis
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