For I am leaving soon

I try hard not to shrink but I can’t pretend

I try hard not to think of our days coming to an end

I try hard not to blink for the second I don’t want to loose

I try hard not to sink in the memories and the blues

I try hard not to wink while promising to always be there

I try hard not to link to any new affair.

Adios.
Remember me for who I was, not what I was.

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