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Dec 2013
Its weird to hear your name
coming from lips you seem to know
no more.
How strange it feels to look at eyes
you thought to miss
yet here
I seem to not recall the warmth
that once was there.
This face now here is new to me.
The old one gone astray.
Its time to turn from thought
to leave with tears inside.
Today
you walk away.
Written by
Colleen M Mulcahy
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