Absence Makes (Or Breaks?) Poem by Due VanAisle
Absence Makes (Or Breaks?)
Ninety days. Do time. Head down. Go straight.
Twelve weeks. Don't cry. Chin up. Just wait.
Thousand hours. Shut out. Closed off. Break down.
Three months. Hang in. Switch on. Come round.
Million seconds. What now? Dead end. She's gone.
One quarter. What next? New Leaf. Move on.
These are my thoughts as I'm left here
You head right home: no idea
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