Goodbye card

I like it when the curtains sway,

When the wind is blowing hard.

But as soon as you have to go away,

Our last words will be a goodbyr card.

Remember when we used to sit,

By the window every night.

The world was only dimly lit,

The moon and stars, the only light.

I miss how you used to hold me,

Gentle, yet strong when I was down.

All my love was sewn to thee,

In your beauty I could drown.

I like it when the curtains would sway,

When the wind was blowing hard.

But when you had to go away,

Our last words were a goodbye card.

The End

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