My Last Goodbye

Poetry

John Ross
Scribe
Published in
Nov 19, 2020

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Photo by Nina Hill on Unsplash

I looked but did not see it in the sky
But I thought you told me, time does fly
I asked you how, could you tell me why
If time is alive, why did mine die

I held your hand and began to cry
Time, like love, can be so blind
Even when it felt a lie
I set it free and I said Goodbye

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John Ross
Scribe

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