Five Days
But it's a pity I couldn't say goodbye the way I'd like to, to give you another fondness to recall me by.
I remember the day that I caught your eye: I don't really know what it was you saw, but to have been in that smile.
And it's good the weeks apart weren't simply thrown away: that we had time to say hello as lovers like to do.
But it couldn't really work; you saw that then, and now I see it too. But there'll always be affection, and the smile in your eye.
setting from haze
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