I saw his tears when we parted,
Heard his laughter when we started,
And many sighs in between.
When did it all stop?
The days of heart on rampage?
Nights of yearning and star gaze?
One day at a time, I guess,
One night at a time,
One rush hour at a time.
The heart hardens slowly,
The arc lights blind slowly,
Love dies slowly.
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