I take my time.
I study each word.
When I hear the alarm chime,
It sounds like a chirping bird.
I have to do what needs to be done.
The letter was very clear.
Remorse, I feel none.
Our end is very near.
Apparently, we were not meant to be.
I don’t think we ever stood a chance.
Alone I will soar free,
Never giving the past a second glance.
© C.J. Delessio 2014
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