No more traveling
alone to New York City,
or sad rides on trains.
No more being the only
unpartnered one on holidays,
no more soul-aching
single Christmas nights.
No more tears,
no more talking to myself.
I have a sidekick
for sightseeing now,
and I never want to let him go.
I raise
to days gone bye,
still wishing
they’ll get better,
but my hope
is fading fast.
So I’ll just
keep wishing
that one day
I can fly off to some
sun-soaked coast
between ocean
and palms,
and never, ever
come back.
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