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Beautiful Solitude
Took a stroll
through the park in the middle of the day
Just like we
used to so long ago together
You used to
love how we had it all to ourselves
Beautiful
Solitude is what you called it
As we walked
hand in hand just passing time
Every once in a
while the silence would be broken
By the outside
world trying to steal a moment
Of our
Beautiful Solitude…
But these
stolen moments belonged to just you and me
And now, as I
retrace the path we walked so many times before
I swear I hear
your voice but it’s only the cold air
Whistling past
my ear
Our favorite
spot under the sad willow tree is just up ahead
Its branches
are now bare, lying there limp and lifeless
Just waiting,
like me, for you to appear and bring us back to life
I could wait
here forever if there was a chance
I would see you
again
The day you
left as you walked away in my heart I knew
This would be
the last time
We would share
our Beautiful Solitude
Its been years
since we went our separate ways
We’ve grown
apart, a note here or there
The occasional
Christmas card
I’ll always
remember you as the girl who first won my heart.
1-20-98
10:33
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