So this is how the story ends:
There’s nothing left to say.
I’d hoped that we could still be friends
And not just drift away.

Yet you’re as distant as a boat
That’s slipped its anchor chain.
And, whether you shall sink or float,
I’ll never ascertain.

And yet, because of what we shared,
I wish you all the best.
I’m in no doubt you truly cared.
For that, I feel so blessed.

So go with God, you pretty one,
And may you always face the sun.

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