There was a time when I saw, My future hand in hand with you,
The sunsets, late nights and sharing, But in time I knew,
As each page turns in a book, It was time to let you go,
Maybe you could not accept it, But then again, I know,
As if the book of our life, rolls from words on a page,
Our love may have never died, But nether did the rage,
Paragraphs filled with the rush, a tender sweet kiss,
Other filled with disdain and demons as in a greek myth,
the chapters unfolded memories, with all together came,
The whole of our complete relationship, a book with no name,
I see the the beginning so clear, as if it were today,
The middle is a bit fuzzy, for there was so many things to say,
But the ending, Oh the ending, It was what made the book cover Blue,
It was then I had to come to a close, and out the door I flew,
It was time to close our book, and set it on a shelf,
One with other books alike, Some of dreams, Love or wealth,
It was to be kept safe and still, to grasp for another time,
In case I needed reference, when my life once again became Mine
I thank you for those chapters, for I am stronger than before,
When I cried as I left the book closed, and faded through the door,
The tears were not all pain, No they were my happiness to,
For I could not be me without, Having to be with you
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