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The morning's gentle sigh,
held me in my sorrow.
Cloaked in shame,
bathed in longing for love unborrowed.
Words fresh and foul.
Aching to run,
to flock,
to howl.
the first goodbye is hardest
and the second is easier
once you get used to leaving
walking away is numbed
but i was never the one to walk away
just watched you leave
so each goodbye stings
Only the nightingale sings the melody of constancy,
With the falling of last light, her notes welcome me
To the darkness of the night, the brightness of the stars.
when the rain is falling
and the night is heavy
and the blankets arent enough to keep you warm
ill pull you closer
and hug you tighter and
whisper words to remind you
I am forever yours