It's taken all this time
to finally let you go
hopes and dreams
weren't what they seemed
I thought that you should know. I picked me up and
put myself away
dreams both day and night
were only demons the souls flight
I wanted you to stay. Now hope is lost and time has tossed
me always on the morrow
from minds delight
a pleasant sight
of long ago, to my present sorrow.

by Donna Gerow Simonzi

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