Spreading new wings
I shall miss you as I spread my wings.
There were not many days you were not there,
nor many times that we were not a pair.
the ring upon my finger circles only me.
You have slipped into another sphere.
‘Good-bye’ I whisper
as I flex these hedonistic wings,
to fly and wonder what I’ll have to fear
without you near.
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