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Inevitable

                                                                  

Why did we allow ourselves to squander, jettison, forget us?

I ask myself, tonight,

Sitting here, without you, alone, in Westwood's pub,

Where we spent so many evenings —

Just us two, by ourselves, in the crowd.

All I can do is accept that the evitable is now inevitable,

Knowing that you and I will never again exist

In the same time, same place, same soul.

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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