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I'm homesick.
But coming back here is just another nick,
Another chip,
In the wall that won't tip.
I wish it would - but there isn't even a risk.
The wind here is brisk,
My eyelashes freeze - it's so cold,
But I've put my life on hold
For just a little while
And traveled mile after mile,
Even though the wind was strong.
I can't believe it's been this long,
And I haven't given you a thought.
I can't help but feel that I ought
To have said thank you.
Your world made me someone new.
But again, I am changed.
You no longer provide the range
Of activities to fill my time.
"More than a simplistic rhyme"
I am fond of saying.
"I will be something special." Am I baying?
Like a donkey struck by disillusion?
There is this lingering confusion,
Something nagging at my mind,
The realization creeps up suddenly from behind,
That I should have said goodbye.
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