Goodnight, my darling,
The stars overhead are twinkling;
I am enveloped by the heat,
Of this hot tropical night,
Wishing it were your warmth,
Or your blood to the touch.
The story does not unfold thus,
Each dog-eared page divides us,
Further away from each other,
Erases more of another
Conversation or encounter
Than I care to remember.
It is time to let you go,
Set free the parts of me in your hold;
The mind, heart and soul for now,
I can be whole again tomorrow,
Each smile or tear not for you,
Each dream or thought far from you.
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