The wind is
blowing into my face
I’m finding it
hard to keep up this pace.
The sky once bright
is starting to darken.
The rain will arrive
to leave me soaking.
I know that the worse
is still to come,
but I have no choice
this has to be done.
This news cannot
be relayed in a phone call.
I need to be there
to catch you as you fall.
That is true, dedicated love.
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