I had many things to say to you,
But I was afraid you might cry
So I decided to keep them
Untill I am far away
Far enough to call you
And Remind you that what we have can never be measured by distance
Nor can I find a possible word to describe it
When I saw you leave
When you turned away from the bus that will carry me away
I missed you already
But I smiled in my tears
For in our story
The story never ends.
Friday, 5 September 2008
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