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See You On The Other Side

I sat beneath a strawberry moon

and remembered so clearly that night we spent in Colorado — how Saturn told me to have no fear

and trust this was the right thing to do. I held onto that man’s hand and wondered how long this could last, though I knew that I’d love him for as long as I would live, and I still do. Well I waited for that pink moon to move me and searched for any sign of promise in the air — something to say that I’d see him again one day, though I knew life just wouldn’t be the same until then.

But there was no one else but me under that moon, no place to hide my grieving face, no hand to hold except my own, and I knew well enough to sit there and be alone because sometimes love can feel like that too.



 
 
 

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