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You packed your things and waited for morning
to start the long drive back home and
away from the life we made,
but you stood there in front
of me on your last
night and asked me
what was wrong;
was I
ok?
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Comments (4)
I'm sorry! ❤️
Lol as if there's a good answer to that one! Little wrench of a poem there, Kay <3
Asking if they were okay or not is wasting time on their long-awaited journey. 😊
Yeah, they decide to leave and then wonder if you are OK. NOT!