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Just Too

It's just too bad
Things were so good
What we once had
Was understood

Now that it's away and gone
To a place like who knows where
Should have recognized the tone
Of all alone, no one there

Of all the words that exchanged breath
The Summers sunset, Winter's death
Left me wanting, hanging like a branch about to fall
You kept singing siren songs, I had to love them all

Was understood
What we once had
Things were so good
It's just too bad.

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers