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And so I mark the days of our presence

Of coffee mornings and afternoon teas

Of headstrong battles, and some reverence

Now we can separately do as we please.


Oh heartbreak! Why good things come to an end

Why am I a witness, why should I see?

Bitter goodbyes and why am I to fend?

We are so near to the end, can I plea?


Four. Three. And two. ‘Like the old days’ you said.

And then I have to start again, after

Falling and failing over, I’m afraid

Things won’t fall into place, I’ll move over


Overdue farewells, sadness, despair.

Until we meet again. Glad if we dare.




Author: aysabaw

Aysa is a stubborn island girl, drinking more than 3 cups of coffee a day, swimming with the reef sharks, turtles and parrot fishes almost everyday. If she is not reading her books, writing something comical, leaving rubbish comments on your posts or strumming her guitar, then she's up to some mischief.

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