every
time you leave
a
part of me dies
I’m
not sure whether
there
will be anything
left
the next time
you’re
always changing
like
the seasons
and
by now I should
know
the routine
down
to the decimal
yet
every spring
I fall
in love
every
summer I
get
lost in your eyes
every
autumn you
tell
me goodbye
and every
winter
I
cry tears over you
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