Day four of my annual review and a poem about goodbyes …
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Lamplight hovers over us in the fog
Like flying saucers in the forest could have done
On any given night, back when we were in love.
The heartbreak is knowing what you want to say
If only the words could prise apart those lips.
Those lips which I still long to kiss.
The kisses which it will be an ache to miss.
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