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Lost Goodbyes
When there are no more tomorrows
to become yesterdays
and regrets drip with sorrow
too late to repay,
we will wish for the chances
to say lost goodbyes --
egos that fight
blinded with pride.
But the sunlight that screams
in the skies gone away
casts gold on my memories
and become yesterday.
When I spoke without fear
of what you would say
I heard the wake of the morning
lapping the bay.
We smiled at it all
and cried our goodbyes
on the shores of our memories
at the edge of the sky...
Copyright ©
Craig Cornish
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