Again I tried to make the past come back,
As if I tried to take the inside track.
Again I spoke and told you what I thought,
How I loved the moments when we laughed and fought.
Again you left and chose to walk away,
Instead of turning to meet me halfway.
Again you let out a tired sigh,
as if to say "Goodnight and goodbye".
"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up." - James A. Baldwin
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