he's thwarted by a melodramatic puzzle,
sick of hearing rumors that he knows
but he still sings of my eyes
when we've yet to say our goodbyes;
and I still sing of life without him -
serenading him in person.
are we subconsciously practicing
for the 'last hurrah'
or portraying roles we vaguely know?
we know it's no day but today...
- Jacqueline C. Audrey
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