The sun sets and kisses the last drop of light.
And as it changes into a dim portion of the night,
It dwells on the beauty of revealing the stars as the sun dissipates.
Isn’t it enchanting?
You close your eyes.
And felt a bit of familiarity,
A memory that is at once bitter and sweet.
However, you were able to share the same smile of contentment.
And that aside, you have found yourself happier.
In that of—his absence.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
