Good-Bye

The winter evening settles.
The street lamp is the only light.
And as we drive one last time up the street,
I can still see our vacant house.
The one on the corner.
Cold and alone.
Left empty in the unfeeling night.
Once a close aquaintance,
Soon a distant memory.
I dropped my eyes,
Unwilling to say Good-Bye.

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