At Goodbye
It's a little bit like magic
or counting falling stars
One minute it's there
and it takes a second to
disappear
And you blink
and wonder
if comets fall forever
Or if angels snatch them
from the sky
It seems all you remember
is Polaroids
are frozen at goodbye
You see, Summer comes and goes
and Winter strips
the color from the sky
Like love is always lost
at goodbye.
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