Good-Bye Poem by Toni Atchison
Good-Bye
(for Gust)
What right do I have to cry?
this broken heart
was of my own making.
We say we'll stay friends,
and talk sometimes.
Until the distance
grows between us
and the days between our talks.
And one day, I'll forget your voice-
I miss you already.
6-10-08
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