Goodbye
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I saw you crying,
when you were saying "goodbye";
I was there by the corner,
packing things in my bag.
Everybody was leaving,
and you had to stay back;
after all, you were the stanchion,
keeping bodies on track.
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I saw you crying,
buried hands in your back;
with a smile that reflected
nothing but real facts.
But I saw what you did,
and how you changed your mood;
You became solid rock,
I felt my hopes renewed.
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Nothing beats your spirit,
not even something like this;
"I know little 'bout tomorrow...
...ignorance is bliss".
You caught me smiling,
and you smiled with me;
"hoping for the best",
is our next addressee.
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About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.
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