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The Poetry of Michael Langston


(44) THIS DAY

She seemed to care, to want to stay;
  I had no doubts nor fears
That love would ever go astray,
  That she would not be near.

I watched her turn and walk away,
  And through a blur of tears,
I wait for time to turn this day
  To weeks, to months, to years.


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