A psychic goodbye by B.H.
Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go.
The night is long.
Night passes through the day/ To night once more
Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before.
A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to understand.
Reach out and
Up
Grasp the Cup
Take your sup.
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