I keep waiting for you to leave,
Watching the corner where you stand
Shaking your perfect head at me;
Finding fault
picking at me.
Surely you can’t still be here.
You left without a backward glance
Reducing me to tears.
Begone the ghost
of lost years.
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Ah, the ghost of lost years. I can relate to that completely, Shaily.
Best wishes, Pete.
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