LAST GOOD-BYE

I hear a voice...I know the sound;

I stop myself and turn around.

I see a face from another time -

A lonely smile that matches mine.

I see his eyes and I am sad,

Remembering the love we had.

He takes my hand...We walk along;

Both wondering where our love went wrong.

He turns - to wipe away a tear;

And then I know just why he's here.

He came to me to say good-bye -

And now I know we will not cry.

Trinka Powers - copr. 1989

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