Next in line
We’ve met before, you know my name.
Though in that hour of dark pain a light shone from within.
I recognise you and your smile. You just don’t seem to change and it’s been a while.
We’ve met before, remember me?
You stood and watched me get to my feet.
Then you turned away and said ‘next time’
And now you’re here I guess I’m the next in line.
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