Crazy to get so emotional,
When I've only known you two days,
When flying to the other side of the world is
Not the end of it;
It's not like
When mothers said goodbye to sons
and sent them off to war,
It's not like I knew everything
To grieve the way I am;
So much you didn't tell me,
So much you kept quiet about,
Just missing the companionship,
the laughter, and the first bloom
of an easy connection,
that doesn't happen every day,
Next week could have been a disaster,
Perhaps wishing I could get out of it;
But I wouldn't have lied about it,
If I was feeling that.

The End

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