Time to leave SD
You left me walking air, my feet adrift.
Where to go? How to do it?
Blown by emotion's winds my destination not known by me.
To float and vainly grasp when
love's anchor chain is broken.
No hand to hold, no heart to see, no voice to hear, left alone to feel.
Heavy heart and crowded mind.
The swirling mists of confusion tease and twist my memories.
Soft sun rays glimpse a fond smile
on sweet lips well remembered but whose
words are now almost too far to hear.
To not feel like this would
be unfaithful to the memory, and
spoil it and what is to come.
Happily I have no choice in the matter,
this is what I am and pleased with it.
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¡ A d i ó s ... a m i g o s !
