I hate the way
You often took my hand into yours
We cried, smiled and laughed together
We walked, talked and parked together
I hate
The jokes I cracked for you
The fables I told for you
Reading the lines on your face
Devouring every morsel of that grace
To keep you beside me
And still retain the poise in me
Coming years of desolation
Staying together even in separation
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