Thinking of You:
As I sit here, in front of that place,
The one where we met,
The one where we departed,
I think of you.
The wind gently blows my hair,
Kind of like you used to,
When we were together,
But not anymore.
This place makes me think of us,
More than I’d like to admit,
The sun makes me think of happier times,
Of which I haven’t seen in awhile.
Soon we’ll have to go inside,
I’ll stop thinking of you then,
I guess it is that time again,
Again…I say goodbye.
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