by t.a. faust
in my memory
she'll always be standing there
watching me leaving
she stands out stark-white
her dress glows pure in the dark
angelic vision
as i walk away
i feel her watching me still
thinking who knows what
my heart longs to turn
to run back and clutch her tight
never letting go
but these feet don't stop
they keep going farther on
until the corner
i stop and look back
one final wave of farewell
then away i go
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