The august sun crashed down
over the forested horizon.
The night was so entirely dark
familiar places were mazes,
but you still found your way to me.
Midnight crept up on us
the day, the dream, had to end
though we wished it didn't,
but what did we expect
with so many miles between us?
The day you left,
I waited on the mossy log bench
next to the exit of our sanctuary.
We hugged one final time,
a goodbye to our youthful dream.
-Zero
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