Brood writ on heart, I set upon the route,
Browsing, in the morn, that I knew the stored rude,
Memories flipped fast, of the days to the root,
Unexpected that happend, nothing but brute.
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Parting is always painful, but to express it in words is something else and you have done it so beautifully. I really like the second stanza with that every line beginning with 'Cease he...' Thanks for sharing this one.
Very sad indeed. You expressed the parting very effectively. Great imagery and style too. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.