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This one's for you Kathryn.
To a Friend
You cry in the dark,
Afraid to be lonely,
Not quite knowing how
To be without him.
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You say that it’s love,
But how would you know?
Is it really true love,
Not infatuation?
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The same every time,
You insist you’re in love,
You insist he’s the one.
Then it happens again.
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He leaves you and then
You find a new man
From the dozens lined up.
Are you sure that it’s love?