8 Years


8 years...
It warrants a hello
A goodbye...
Some sort of speech.

It's over, I know
I made the final decision
Said the final goodbye
But 8 years.

Nothing to scoff at.
Nothing to forget.

Yes, it's time to move on...
To move forward.
Dance to a new tune

But years and no hello
A harsh reality
A raw edge
A tough score.

8 years
No hello
No goodbye

A three minute visit...
A tuneless tune.
No eyes contact,
No sound.

8 years
Should warrant a hello
And a goodbye


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