Pocket Squares

It must be time to give up what we had my dear, 
We can’t let those months occupy our tired young minds. 
I know in another life we’d have been so meant for each other, 
But now we must forgive and forget and shut these blinds. 

I’ll waste all my time wishing I’d been born up north, 
While you cuddle your baby to sleep and think of me at night. 
For now it’ll be a graze on my skin that just won’t heal, 
But in time I guess it won’t hurt so much and we’ll all be alright. 

I’ve written too much about what we had recently, 
And I know that I should focus on my future instead of our past. 
But I didn’t expect you to be the girl I’d always dream of, 
So to tell you the truth, I think it all happened just a little too fast. 

What hurts me the most is living in this tired old house, 
Where we made so many memories and shared a million kisses. 
It serves as a constant reminder of all that you are, 
I mean it when I say that loving you was one of my three wishes. 

There’s a pocket in my heart where I keep you safe, 
From all your silly fears, please know I’ll always hold your hand. 
I hope that next week Christmas treats you well, 
And I hope you and your little boy make it in this fierce brutal land. 

Sleep well and please don’t ever forget me will you?
Maybe one day I will see you again and we can share a smile. 
I’m so sorry that I have to up and leave you now, 
You see, we have lives to live and I really can’t wait awhile. 

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