The Goodbye
Endearing
And Searing
As it may be,
The sting
Is carried on the wing
Of tides
That flowed
Now ebbs
And hides
In the solace of slipping, gripping,
Passion of escape,
Quivering and Invisible
Behind the Reaper's cape
Of sacrificial honour
And pride is held
By only one
A recognition that all is gone.
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