Seasons come and go
As do friends and enemies;
Letting go isn't always easy
When mind is filled with memories.
Words have been spoken
And actions were taken;
Come the final goodbye
And you think it's mistaken.
But there is no turning back
On this one-way street;
We can only move ahead
In the aftertaste of bittersweet.
As the days turn to months
And years to a decade;
The longing lingers on
Never seem to fade.
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