End In Sight
The voyage will be
docking at dawn tomorrow.
There is a party tonight
but it will be
a sentimental kind of
celebration of the new world
to be replaced by the old.
Goodbye new fantasy hopes,
eye flashes and flirtations,
moments of youth-like heartbreak.
I've already partially packed.
Tonight will be a
muted abbreviation of yesterday.
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