The look across the room
Of acknowledgement. Of realization.
I try to muster a smile
But you’ve already said goodbye.
One of so many,
Then why did I cry.
I try to get angry, but I can’t.
I try not to think of how it ‘came this way.
I don’t think of the smiles. The endless drinks.
The songs and the waves.
And so it ends like it began.
With words,
With music.
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