Over and Done
I hear the mournful cry of a loon
and the waves hitting the land.
I carry my shoes as I walk on the dune,
my toes warmed by the feel of the sand.
All thoughts of you, from my mind, banned.
A broken heart just needs fresh air
and time to grieve in the sun.
To convince myself I no longer care,
that romance is now over and done
and from your memories its now time to run.
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