I never wait for you to come
nor for you to go.
But your final passage
has only sadness
writ in it's skein.
Even as the skies
streak with celebration,
no amount of music
can drown the plaintive cries of
a hundred partings.
Resurrect, as you must,
but leave your false dawns aside:
have the courage
to tell your final truth
first.
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