Everything that enters our lives eventually slips out our hands like sand. But it's ultimately the memories we live with.
This poem relates to the separation of two young birds. It's very difficult to keep a 'bye' as the last memory of someone you love the most.
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Like the ships in the night that we are.
This is what happens
After we say goodnight.
As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight.
-Compilation of Poetry-