I'M Sorry, Goodbye
When I first saw you
In the clearing late October
Your smile echoing in my hollow heart
It wasn't the first time I saw you
But the first I had truly seen
Your essence
What makes you truly you
It was in that clearing that misty October
I realised you and me
Weren't made to last
The rain poured down as my tears did
With no trees to guard my soul
There and then in that clearing I knew
I'd have to let you go
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