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The possibilties that were
Blue eyes stare
Through the open door
Sitting on the bed and
Smiling at me.
Twenty-three
Then twenty-four
Airplane takes off
I watch from the window
You are gone to Europe
I get our cat.
She ran away,
One pitch night
I couldn't stop
The inevitable.
Eleven years later,
A different place and time,
I know you're married now.
With children
The chances that smiled
Now looks so bleak
What options for the needy?
For they are not needed.
Goodbye, Ms. Death, Goodbye again.
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