Separate Ways

 

I heard our song playing
late last evening.
As the moments flew by,
the hours breezed past me
into darkness.

You used to sing to me
when we were alone,
and I remember, now,
how long you've been gone.

For all these years
I've held back
depression and tears.
Now it appears
there's really no use in crying.

I could see love dying
like leaves on autumn trees,
and love fell brokenhearted
as we have parted,
going separate ways.

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     10/26/1977